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Proverbs, Chapter 3, Verse 24-26
24 When you lie down, you will not be afraid, when you rest, your sleep will be sweet. 25 Do not be afraid of sudden terror, of the ruin of the wicked when it comes; 26 For the LORD will be your confidence, and will keep your foot from the snare.

Where does your confidence come from? In whom do you trust?

This word, confidence, summarizes the three theological virtues: faith, hope, and charity sovereign virtues which bring all the others in their train. But if these are the highest virtues, then the greatest heroism is demanded of us in order to realize them in the face of the mystery of a "hidden God." A man must be heroic to live always in faith, hope, and love. Why? Because, as a result of Original Sin, no one can be certain with the certainty of faith that he is saved, but only with a moral certainty based upon fidelity to grace; and because as sinners we are constantly tempted by doubt and anxiety. It was in order to resolve this conflict between our desires and our powerlessness that Jesus came to earth and took our infirmities upon Himself. Little Thérèse understood that it is our state of misery which attracts His mercy. It is confidence, and nothing but confidence, which will open the arms of Jesus to you so that He will bear you up. Confidence will be for you the golden key to His Heart. We have been trained in the habit of looking at our dark side, our ugliness, and not at the purifying Sun, Light of Light, which He is, who changes the dust that we are into pure gold. We think about examining ourselves, yet we do not think, before the examination, during the examination, and after the examination, to plunge ourselves, with all our miseries, into the consuming and transforming furnace of His Heart, which is open to us through a single humble act of confidence. We must have confidence, not in spite of our miseries, but because of them, since it is misery which attracts mercy.[1]

The enemy wants to steal our peace and keep us stirred up, anxious, fearful, upset, and always in a stance of waiting for something terrible to happen at any minute. The enemy wants us unable to forget the terrible things that occurred in the past and instead remember them as though they happened yesterday. God has healing for upsetting memories. It’s not that He gives us amnesia. We still remember that it happened, but not incessantly and not with the same pain and torture. Peace is more than just having a good night’s sleep— although many people would think even that to be a miracle— but it is peace in every part of your being all the time. It is a place you live because of the One who lives in you. Jesus made it possible for us to have the peace that passes all understanding— the kind that carries us, stabilizes us, grounds us, and keeps us from slipping.[2]

Be aware of the small things and people who enter your life: It may be from the Lord.

A LION was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face. Rising up angrily, he caught him and was about to kill him, when the Mouse piteously entreated, saying: “If you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness.” The Lion laughed and let him go. It happened shortly after this that the Lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him by strong ropes to the ground. The Mouse, recognizing his roar, came and gnawed the rope with his teeth, and set him free, exclaiming: “You ridiculed the idea of my ever being able to help you, not expecting to receive from me any repayment of your favor; now you know that it is possible for even a Mouse to confer benefits on a Lion.”[3]

A BRAZIER had a little Dog, which was a great favorite with his master, and his constant companion. While he hammered away at his metals the Dog slept; but when, on the other hand, he went to dinner and began to eat, the Dog woke up and wagged his tail, as if he would ask for a share of his meal. His master one day, pretending to be angry and shaking his stick at him, said, “You wretched little sluggard! What shall I do to you? While I am hammering on the anvil, you sleep on the mat; and when I begin to eat after my toil, you wake up and wag your tail for food. Do you not know that labor is the source of every blessing, and that none but those who work are entitled to eat?”[4]
If the brazier is a republican what must the dog be?

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[2]Omartian, Stormie. The 7-Day Prayer Warrior Experience
[3]George Fyler Townsend. Aesop's Fables
[4]George Fyler Townsend. Aesop's Fables

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