Last night at work I had to do the impossible. I knew about it for several days beforehand so I had plenty of time to worry about it.
I tried not to. I tried to convince myself to have faith. When the time came to load the 4 boxes instead of the usual one at 4 times the pace I knew Jesus would be there.
The first box went miserably and I thought I wouldn’t make it. How horrible in actuality was my faith. Then things started turning around. Jesus showed up. The packing became neater. I had enough time to do it. I had the strength and speed to finish the job.
The papers were so big that only 15 could be bundled compared to the usual 50. This is 3 times more bundles than usual.
Heb 12:2 (UKJV)
“2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
Just before the job someone asked me about worry. I had to be honest. I was worried.
Jesus did not require me to have perfect faith in order to perform His miracle. I only needed to show up. ‘OK, I’ll do what I can, I trust You. You are going to have to do the rest.’
What did David do or Samson or the disciples when they had to feed the 5000? They showed up and God did it.