I look at the calendar and realize I have just 10 paychecks left before I retire from the day job, so I’m going to have to make up for having X fewer dollars coming into the household every month. I admit to being a little scared.
What is it that scares me? The possibility of not being able to make up those dollars with my other revenue streams. Not being able to pay the bills. Not being able to feed the dogs or give them proper care. Having to give up my home and my lifestyle before I’m ready.
Dying before I’m finished. Finishing. Finding out I was meant to do something else with my life. Good grief!
Yep. The author of Refuse to be Afraid, being a little afraid.
Then I ask myself: I do still believe in the God who feeds the birds and dresses the lilies of the field, don’t I? And this is still that God, isn’t it?
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.
