It’s always the same.
I run towards the proverbial brick wall, stop my feet inches from the edge, where one wrong move sends me straight down.
A test of my faith when there seems to be no way.
And I am faced with the same questions:
Will I trust?
Will He come through?
Will I wait for Him to move?
Caught up in the cacophony of my own mind, how can I become a believer when over and over, I fall into the same patterns of disbelief, worry and anxious heart?
It’s a desert in here, and I cannot see the way to shade, to the coolness of the day and drink of living water.
But there is a small voice within, my compass steadfast and collected.
Breathe it in, this bubble of air stirred awake in my bones.
Be still and know.
He’s got me covered.
Has my best interests at heart, my dreams within His own, the people and places already set before Him before time began.
See what He does for the sparrow, the panting deer. They find their nest, are led to the stream.
When I worry, I take my trust away from Him who ordered the stars. I try to misplace Him in my heart and strain to satisfy my own desires.
There was manna from the sky, quail from the brush, seas parting and walls that tumbled down. Story upon story shapes the history of His character, solid in faithfulness.
He has brought me this far; how can I not place my hope that He will stay true to His word?
When I flail, may I subdue my spirit. When I scramble, may I stop and fall back into His arms. His assured, capable arms that have carried me through more than one storm.
Taste and see His strength. Especially when I have none.
He will provide.
He always does.
Continuing my attempt at the Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Provide. /// symbolizes where five minutes started and stopped.