Letting Go and Trusting God
by Marijo Phelps 4/15/2010 / Devotionals
I often wonder why it is sometimes so difficult to let go and trust God. What is it within me that can't quit hugging myself and reach out to Him who created me in trust? How difficult should it be to put all my faith even in a moment in Him who created the universe and put the very stars in place? Jesus who has a plan for my life, a plan for good and not for harm, a plan to have me prosper in His economy of prosperity. OK, maybe I can quit clutching and grabbing at myself, prying my fingers off my arms to try to reach out to my creator. When I look at it that way it becomes a "no brainer".
My daughter, I AM in control, I AM God of the mountains and God of the valleys.
Is My arm so short it cannot reach? Have I not said and shall I not perform?
I lay things on your heart for encouragement and direction, not to create fear or tension.
Know that El Shaddi is present and a very comforting presence. Know I AM opening and I shall close those doors behind, soon and very soon.
You've been tested. I AM is your escape. Rest against my breast and under my wings. Selah.
It is not Santa Claus but the God of heaven and earth at work on your behalf. Rest daughter, rest in Jesus.
In Isaiah 59:1 we are encouraged that His arm is not too short to save nor is His ear to dull to hear. Isaiah 50:2 God asks why when he came there was no one and when he called no one answered. This is hitting a bit too close to home here but I guess that's what is meant by scripture being active and sharper than any two edged sword. I think it just hit me. Then the verse asks again if his arm was too short to ransom the reader. Or does he lack strength to rescue. He then reminds the reader, and this writer, that his rebuke dries up the sea, he turns rivers into a desert and their fish rot form lack of water and die of thirst. Yes, this is a very convincing word picture, isn't it?
I know I am pretty puny. Why do I even entertain the thought that I can "make it all better by myself"? Why am I ever that stumbling toddler hanging tightly to my own arms wrapped around my body rather that lifting my hands and arms to Him who longs to hold and help me?
Prayer: Dear Jesus, we know from rescues over and over that your arm is not too short. We lean on those arms today and trust you to become huge in the face of our request and needs. Help us to trust and realize more and more your greatness on our behalf! AMEN
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news