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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Only in God, and God alone, can my fearful and insecure heart and soul find rest. All else, everything but Him, is simply shifting sand, shaky ground...temporal, transient, fragile. He alone is my rock, refuge, and fortress. O how I long for a life rooted in Him, built upon Him, where I will never be shaken. But unfortunately, the fact of the matter is that this very day—maybe even this very minute—I will be shaken, probably often. I will be assaulted and thrown down; probably not in body, but in heart and in spirit. Somewhere along the way today I will begin to believe that I actually am just a leaning wall or a tottering fence...frail, fragile, on the verge of collapse...not enough. Somewhere along the way today I will listen to the lies and start to believe them. Somewhere along the way today I will attach (the Hebrew word for trust means to attach) myself to something other than God alone—a conversation, an affirmation, a conflict, a negative comment, an achievement, an interaction—and I will be drug all around the yard by it...knocked so easily off balance, blown by the wind, uprooted. And I will—actually He will—have to remind, and try again to convince, myself of the truth. Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken. I'll have to listen carefully to His voice, rather than the host of others that rattle around within me, and really believe the truth of His words: My salvation and my honor depend on God; He is my mighty rock, my refuge. And as I listen once again to His voice, and His Word, something will begin to grow within me—trust. Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your heart to Him, for God is our refuge. And with this I will be able, by His grace and His power, to cut the cords from all the things that I've attached myself to other than Him—the very things that have drug me all over creation—and I will attach (trust) myself to Him once again, my strong and loving Creator. Thanks be to God!