| | This week I learned a great little thing. It took a lot of work for the lesson to hit home--a lot of pain and stubbornness and banging my head against the wall—but I finally learned it. I learned that God is God.
Yeah, I was awestruck at the realization, too.
I’ll forget it next week. Maybe I have already had a hundred “next weeks”, and this realization is just the setup for the next time I forget that God is God. But it doesn’t make the discovery any less beautiful now.
Winning the lottery couldn’t feel any better. Or falling in love.
Because I just realized that I was dangling over a roaring maelstrom, but I won’t drop. I realized that even though I have every reason to feel insecure, that’s the VERY reason I know I must be secure.
Jesus is a physician for sick people, not for healthy people. And God is a balance for people who don’t have their lives together, not for people who know what’s coming over the next 50 years of their lives. These two things blow me away. They are like watching fireworks with the eyes of my heart, and feeling every explosion sound in my chest again and again as the bursting realization of STABILITY sends its flashing glimmers over my gloomy mind and enlightens with hope everything that was just dark.
Jesus showers compassion on sinners, which is good for me, because that’s all I’m ever going to be. I need that compassion. I can only meet God with empty hands and a needy soul. That’s the only way anyone can approach God. Because that’s the only way anyone really is.
And here’s the other thing about God being God: when you’re his, you can say, “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” Why should I fret? Why should I ever feel anxiety over finding a job or finding a house or finding my ultimate purpose in life? Isn’t God the lord of my life? Well if that means anything at all, doesn’t it mean that he’s got these paltry questions accounted for already?
Well then maybe I should actually trust him. What a brilliant thought.
How can I fret about food when I have Christ, “apart from whom I have no good thing”? How can I spend my hours worrying about the path of my future when he has already “made known to me the path of life” and has filled me with joy in his presence? Is eternity so much less important than 50 years? It isn’t, and that’s why you should feel secure right now, too.
Thank you, God, for holding me in the palm of your hand. Thank you that I never need to be anxious about anything, because you give me everything I need. And thank you for giving me yourself, because you are better bread and better wine than anything that can be bought with cash.
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