Monday, July 17, 2017



I always thought this was a crown, but as I look closer I think it depicts the trinity. Oh well, whatever it is precious to me and it has hung on my kitchen closet door fro 6 years. I expect it will be hung there a while longer. I was praying this morning and the Lord kept saying lovingkindness and tender mercies, so I looked it up, and found this:"He redeems me from death and crowns me with lovingkindness and tender mercies. He fills my life with good things. My youth is restored like the eagle's!" { Psalm 103: 4-5}

I have said that I never would want to be young again, because I knew so little. As I get older though it seems the more I know the less I know. There is so much more to understand and learn, that it becomes impossible to know anymore. Does this make sense? Can we trust God that we know what is truly important in life and leave it at that?  If we allow Him to crown us with these true riches what more could we want or need?

This verse sums up life for a christian. He saves us, blesses us, and gives us strength! Why do we look any further? Is it curiosity or lack of faith, that causes us to slide off the path? Do we loose our foothold because we don't hold on tight enough? I have to say for me, it can be any of these. Lazer focusing on Jesus is the only way to commit to following him. It is not our strength that saves us or blesses us or makes us right before God. It is only because HE holds us and wants to, that we are restored.

I remember when I realized that even when I let go of God, that he was still holding on to me. I was recovering from post- partum depression, and I was listening to a Beth Moore bible study. She had us hold our wrists, one hand to another. Then she said, now let go of just your right hand. The other is still holding on. That is how God feels about you. He still holds on, when we let go of Him! It was an ah ha moment for me. This truth impressed upon me exactly what I was feeling, but I had it all wrong. He hadn't let go, I had.

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