Reading through a Bible study workbook today, I read the author’s speculation about what Jesus’ death must have been like for His mother, Mary. As it often does, my mind trailed off thinking about how this applies to my daily walk.

What if Mary was like me? What if when Jesus was born, she questioned the outcome of raising God’s Son in every possible way? What if she focused more on her inabilities than on the task the LORD put before her? What if she walked away out of fear? I have no doubt that God could have used another woman to do the job. His plan would have been done. However, Mary could have missed living out God’s will in her own life if she’d obsessed about what the outcome would be of raising this God-baby.

In my own walk with the LORD, I’ve done far little work than I’ve been offered. I sin regularly by worrying about the future and questioning if I am truly capable to do the work God puts before me. In my heart, I know that the harvest is ready in my neighborhood. So many of these people need Jesus, but I am tempted to listen to my own thoughts instead of God’s truth. I want to run from opportunities, because I question whether I will be consistent enough, whether it will take away from my family too much, whether I am capable of sharing truth, whether I have what it takes to shine Jesus’ light in a dying world…

But today, what ministering in my community looks like might be smiling at a neighbor kid and asking how he’s doing. It might be walking my son to the park for the 100th time so that we can get to know the kids there better and make our presence known in the neighborhood. It might be praying for God’s wisdom and light to grow in us. It might be asking God to teach me through His word. I can do all those things!

“What if I fail this baby? What if I don’t have what it takes? What if I get sick and can’t care for Him? What if I die before He’s grown? What if this motherhood thing ends up to be more than I can handle? What if I lose my son before I’m ready? What if this mission breaks my heart?” These are all questions Mary could have asked, and are not unlike questions I have found myself asking. But Mary clearly didn’t fail. One day at a time, Mary raised her son the way she was asked by God. The rest is HISTORY and our salvation! I’m so thankful for humble Mary’s example.

One day at a time, I can wake up and choose to live within God’s will.

If I will follow His leading, I can trust that He will fill all my gaps and make His plans come to fruition.