Psalm 111:10
“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding. To him belongs eternal praise.”
I always forget that. That fearing the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. I always think of wisdom as being smart and knowing what to say. Being older and having lived. It’s always been told to me that wisdom comes with gray hair. But there are plenty of people in my life who don’t have gray hair and are plenty wise. They fear the Lord. I forget that it starts with fearing Him.
Fearing the Lord doesn’t mean to run from him, to be actually afraid of Him. It means to love Him. Chase after Him. Hate evil. Recognizing that he has all power, he created us from nothing. Power like that should be feared. He did create us and He loves us and wants us. Fearing the Lord is submitting to him, obeying him, following him, listening to Him. That’s the beginning of wisdom.
I’ve never had a problem with not fearing the Lord. I’ve always been too afraid of him. Afraid to be honest, which is dumb because He knows everything about me. Afraid to be real. Because of that, I’ve struggled to listen to him and submit to him. Doing what He tells me to do. I was scared to give him my life. To give it all up to Him.
I’ve learned, though, the healthy fear. That I don’t have to run from Him. He’s not a monster. He wanted to love me, wanted in my heart. The walls I had built were really strong though, and it has taken a long time to break down the walls. As they began to crumble down, it’s been freeing. I didn’t realize that by building those walls up I was holding myself captive. I locked myself in and have been afraid to call on the Lord. But as I’ve started calling on Him, He’s breaking down those walls, and I’m starting to see the loving Father I’ve always heard so much about.
Application: I’m going to continue tearing down the walls and being completely honest with God. Calling on Him and asking God to keep reminding me of the healthy fear. Every day this week I’ll sit down with Vanessa for 7 minutes, telling her how God is breaking into my heart, and then we’ll pray.
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