"All you can do is pray." A lot of well-meaning Christians say that. We can't help actively, but we can certainly send our prayers. We're sorry we can't do more. But stop. Stop right there. We can't do more than simply praying. That's right. But not in the way it's meant above.
But they delight in the law of the Lord, meditating on it day and night. Psalm 1:2 (NLT)
God is faithful. He is there through the seasons. He is there through it all. Scripture says that there is nothing that can separate from His love. That means nothing of this world, no external forces, no one, and nothing can create a rift between us and God.
Sort of in the same line of thought as last week, all too often we let fear control our minds. God sets an opportunity before us, call us to do something that's, admittedly, maybe a little crazy, and we respond to God with a list of ways we aren't qualified to do that job. Moses did the same thing. Moses, the man who parted the Red Sea, told God that he wasn't qualified to do what God called him to do.
Did anyone else used to pray, as they were going to sleep at night, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep..."? I had a frame of the written prayer and everything. I don't know if I fully understood what it meant then, but looking back at it now, I think there's a sort of simple beauty in those words. We're telling God, "Okay, I'm going to sleep (my most vulnerable state), and I'm trusting you to guard my soul." It's kind of reminiscent of some of David's prayers in the Psalms.
God is AWEsome. And I mean awesome. Not the watered-down version of awesome that we use far too often today. No, I mean jaw-dropped, eyes wide, awe-inspiring, AWEsome.
We all have a unique, personal identity that can only be found in Christ. Each and every one of us. It's an identity that is so much greater than our earthly selves, so much fuller, so much brighter. And if we pursue Jesus Christ with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength, we can become this greater version of ourselves.
Can too much of a good thing actually be a problem?
I hate waiting. Hate it. I don't like waiting to find out what I made on that essay I just turned in. I don't like waiting to find out if I got accepted for that scholarship. I don't like waiting for that trip we have planned for the summer. It's the worst, really. I'm so set on that thing that is to come, but it isn't here yet, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Y'all, I'm an over thinker. Big time. I'll stress about the tiniest details of a project right before I turn it in-did we describe that one section well enough? And don't even get me started on my interactions with people. Primarily people I don't know that well.