I was talking the other night about trusting God. It seems like wherever my OneWord of rejoice pops up so does it’s companion, trust. Arm in arm with these two is faithfulness.
How can we trust God’s plan for us?
When we are in the desert, how do we trust God will bring us out?
Why is it so hard to trust that God’s purpose is the best for us?
These questions were asked by those around me. These are questions I have wrestled with for years. These are questions I STILL wrestle with. It seems like every time I face a trial, I revert to untrusting ways. And the words I used to answer were really more for me than for those asking.
‘We need to build altars to remind ourselves of what God has done in the past. It is His past faithfulness in the hard which will bring us hope now.’
How easily I forget what God has already done! Why am I not building altars that will cause me to stumble in my questions and remember how He provided, protected, and placed me before? Where are the altars on to which I can fall and bury my tear-stained face when the hard seems to close in around all hope?
I realize I have altars. Scars from past hurts, past falls, and past experiences that mark my body and heart. I haven’t seen them as altars before but each tell a story of redemption and faithfulness. I saw scars as necessary evils to an experience, showing that I am mortal and vulnerable. How creative and powerful are the lies of the Enemy! The words I spoke to those questioning minds removed the opaque veil which had been covering my eyes to the beauty of those scars. I saw, for the first time, the altars God has built for me when I couldn’t. He provided, again, a way for me to remember His faithfulness.
How can I do anything but fall to my knees and praise Him for knowing me so intimately that He preempted my failings grace-filled-ly?
Have you build altars to remind you of all He has done?
What do they look like?
Are they what you expected?