Yes I Admit It, I’m Afraid

Yes I admit it, I’m afraid.

Some days bring out the best in me. The sun is shining (I feel fortunate to live in a sunny climate), my family loves me, and, oh yes, people are buying church chairs.

On that last point, it’s not just because I run a USA manufacturing company that build chairs (although that is part of it); it’s also because a good portion of the chairs we manufacture are purchased by the most significant of all entities on the planet, the local church. When I can connect my day with the fact that the chairs my company builds serve the greater interest of the local church fulfilling it’s vision and mission, I feel like jumping up and dancing on my desk (good thing my office is somewhat isolated).

Those days are definitely the best; but there are other days that are not so good. Those are the days when, If I would admit it, I’m a little afraid.

I’m afraid that the phone ringing is news from my steel supplier telling me world wide steel demand is outpacing supply and the steel I put into each chair is going up 15% next month, and, oh and by the way, again in June…

I’m afraid that the volatility in the price of oil will impact the price of plastic and add additional cost to every chair we build…

I’m afraid of economy forcing churches to compromise quality and buy cheaply made inferior chairs imported from overseas…

I’m afraid…

I’m afraid…

I’m afraid…

And then I realize, it’s the easy road to be afraid; but I’m not called to take the easy road. I’m called to “fear not” and to trust that He who calls me according to His will is the same one who 1) orders the steps of the local church, 2) orders the steps of my company and 3) orders my steps.

…so when I am afraid (and I do admit it), I will choose to trust the one who orders my steps.