As I was studying this morning the question that kept emerging was "Do I really trust God?". I get to sleep in a house in a bed with AC and clean water and a job and a car to drive and some money in the bank account. And all of those things are potential gods. They threaten my obedience to the first commandment. I count on a lot of other things before I turn to God. I plot and I complain and then I wonder why my walk with the Lord lacks the intimacy I desire. If I were Peter on the edge of that boat looking at Jesus bidding me to come, I would have been the one to question the temperature of the water, asked for life preserver, and commented that I have really had the sniffles lately.
So I have started preaching to myself more often instead of listening to myself. God is good. His steadfast love endures forever. I am never beyond His reach or sight. He disciplines those that He loves. He wants me to be happy, but not at the cost of progressing sanctification. My biggest problem was resolved at Calvary. This life is only the prologue to a much greater story.
I feel like I'm constantly asking myself if I trust in my Father's love. I have to settle in "Yes, today, Father, I trust you."
Have you read the book The Shack by William Young? I read it at the beach and it challenged my beliefs in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in ways they have not been challenged in a while. After chewing it on for a while I plan to read it again. There are parts of the book I wasn't sure about but others that really made me think. I like books that take me outside of my American made thinking about God.
If you do read it I'd love to hear your insights.
Julie
Like a toddler in a snowstorm, I am somewhat interesting and somewhat frightening to behold. I write simply because I can, but also to give my wife a break from the witty reparte. I am the proud husband to the bravest person I know (Mrs. Underdog). As the father of five tenacious, awe-inspiring children (the Pups #1-5), I am yours truly: the Underdog.
