When I persevere against the resistance of life, yet extend the hand of grace to myself something very powerful happens because panic is not part of the equation.
I have found that the only real way around a trial is through it, and I know this might be obvious, but looking at that sentence reminds me it isn’t. I would imagine people of antiquity like Job and Joseph found this to be true, and I can’t help but think about the cup bearer who forgot about Joseph in prison until about 2 years later. I’ve fought depression formally for the last 10 years, and I know how long 2 years can seem when you think God has forgotten about you. Obviously He doesn’t do this, but it most certainly enters my thinking. Ruth told Naomi she would never leave nor forsake her, and she never did. God says the same to us, and because of my faith I stand steadfast even in the midst of suffering.
There’s not a one of us who isn’t afraid at some point in life, and there is not a one of us who doesn’t suffer. Comparing our suffering to someone who has it “harder” does not resolve the conflict within, so please stop comparing yourself to others because God does not do that to you.
Pain is real, and denying it because someone else has it “harder” only makes your situation worse, and it’s ungodly pride that drives us to this mindset. Are there people who cry over spilled milk? Of course there are, but that’s between them and God. As image bearers of the King we are asked to place our faith in Him even when life doesn’t make sense.
As I find myself between a rock and hard place right now that I’m not going to elaborate on I know God is going to deliver me like He delivered by biblical namesake from the mouth of lions. He’s been delivering all those who call on His name since the beginning of time, and He’s God. He doesn’t change. He is as much Emmanuel now as He was yesterday, and as He will be tomorrow.
We have to believe this.
When we start putting our beliefs in other things other than God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit we fall prey to greatest lie in human history. That lie is that we don’t need God. We can do it ourselves, and reality is that we cannot. How long do I have to live to realize that there is nothing good in me except what glory of God I allow to shine through me? I am bankrupt without the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Jesus. I will never survive the shacks I go through without Her presence, and I did write Her on purpose because I love The Shack’s theology by Paul Young. God created male and female, and I suspect He’s come down here in female form. I can’t prove it, but I can’t prove the existence of God either. I can only offer evidence of my own faith that He is here. Billy Graham said he can’t see the wind, but he sees the effects of the wind.
When we are driven to the depths of faith, and that’s all we have something powerful happens because ultimately we know this is not all there is, and I thank God that’s the case.
Not a single one of us stands to fall before any other being but God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, but we run around all day and week trying to make others happy. Where does it get us? We end up right where we started, demanding our own way. If God becomes the center place, albeit imperfectly, of all our decisions we don’t have to worry about anything. He literally came to set men free, but we continue to bow our knee to a myriad of idols we think will make us happy. They don’t, but we continue to turn to them. These things aren’t wrong, but our dependence on them is.
Our dependence has got to be in God because without Him we labor in vain (Psalm 127).
I close with the lyrics of The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock.
The wise man built his house upon the rock. The wise man built his house upon the rock. The wise man built his house upon the rock, and the rains came tumbling down. Ohhh the rains came down, and the floods came up. The rains came down and the floods came up. The rains came down, and the floods came up, and the wise man’s house stood firm.