Staring Down Foxes.


I struggle with indecision in way too many areas of my life. But, there is one place in my life that has never encountered this problem. Every morning since the dawn of time, at that first beep of the alarm, I courageously make a bold decision: No.

No, no and um yeah, no.

That’s right, I set about 4 alarms every day. Not because I fear I won’t hear them, but because I am humbly aware of how talented I am at saying no to each one.

Unsurprisingly, this has caused my morning quiet time with God to ebb and flow throughout the years. I don’t mind change or even switching up daily patterns, but when it comes to time spent with God, I cherish consistency. And He desires it.

For the past few months, I’ve been challenged through the quiet example my husband has set. No matter how early his work day has to start, he will work in at least a half hour or more to his morning to read his Bible. And at times, that meant he had to be up at 3:30am.

My series of no’s at 8:30am seem just a tad foolish now, don’t they?

So this past week, I followed his lead, prioritizing the first part of my day for my quiet time. While I can’t say that I felt the chills and power of God each morning, I will attest that God rewards consistency.

Come Friday, I felt strengthened by the last several mornings and even woke up two hours earlier than usual, just to be productive. Before even opening the Word this time, I settled into my spot on the couch, clutched the Book and silently prayed for God to inscribe His words onto my heart and show me something only He could.

And boy was He eager to answer that prayer.

Opening my Bible to the passage in Luke that I left off from the day before, I read:

“Just then, some Pharisees came up and said [to Jesus], ‘Run for your life! Herod’s on the hunt. He’s out to kill you!’

Jesus said, ‘Tell that fox that I’ve no time for him right now. Today and tomorrow I’m busing cleaning out the demons and healing the sick; the third day I’m wrapping things up. Besides, it’s not proper for a prophet to come to a bad end outside Jerusalem.'”

Lemme just tell you what just went down, in case you didn’t catch it the first time.

The Son of God just shaded one of the most powerful men in His time–a man out to kill Him, no less–by saying, “Eh, I don’t really have time for you to try and kill me. I have a busy schedule doing miracles and proving that, you know, I’m the Son of God.”

That peace! That confidence!

I’ve never seen such¬†total disregard of imminent danger, and while it shouldn’t have surprised me the way it did jumping off the pages, I couldn’t help but let a smile play at my lips as I reread the passage. To spit off that kind of response to a death threat as smoothly and boldly as Jesus did shows His great faith in His identity and His purpose.

To be any clearer, He would’ve had to say: “Herod, you fox. My work here on this Earth is not yet done. I still have miracles to do, demons to crush and lives to change. My Father is not yet ready to take Me, so I will remain busy until that appointed time. You do not control my life’s timeline. Because I know this, you can’t hurt me.”

How my life would be so different if I could stare my foxes down with the same kind of boldness. A confidence rooted in my identity as a daughter of the King. Think of how much time we would have in our lives if we didn’t waste it on fear. Fear of what others were thinking about us. Fear of our finances. Fear of our future.

Ladies and gentleman, start thinking of some new hobbies. Because if you take hold of this Godly confidence, you’re about to have a whole lot of free time.

Maybe even time for a nap. No alarms needed.