Jerusha felt like she’d failed again. This time, with something big. Something that might have hurt someone she loved. The realization cut to her heart and stirred up doubts about other areas of her life. No wonder she couldn’t succeed in her career, relationships, or even her to-do list.
She tried to cope by flitting from one low-stakes task to another, hoping to boost her confidence so the taste of failure would disappear.
The Scripture printed on a wall hanging in her house confronted her. Be still. Stillness couldn’t lift her burden, could it? She stopped moving anyway. Took a breath. And gave more thought to the rest of the verse. And know that I am God.
What does it mean to know God is God? The answer came to her on wings. God is God; she was not. She was going to fail sometimes, but ultimately nothing depended on her being perfect, because she was not God. She needed to stop trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. That whole world she was attempting to carry was already held safely in His hands.