Monthly Archives: October 2015
My Lord, you call me to submit,
Not as one who is under your thumb;
Nor as a wormly creature beneath your feet.
But as your dearly beloved,
Friend, daughter, sister, bride.
In love, you invite submission
By calling me to walk by your side,
And seating me in heavenly places.
Partaking of your victory;
Saved, redeemed, reborn, free.
So, my Lord, I tell you, “Yes.”
I submit to you with affection;
Reflecting your glory as I live,
Safe in your everlasting arms;
Loved, fulfilled, joyful, blessed.
Proverbs 4:23 says, “Watch over your heart with all diligence, For from it flow the springs of life.” (NASB)
Before I could think, cognitively that is, my beliefs were already well established.
As a baby, I asked, “Can I trust the world?” The virtue of hope was being formed in the depths of my soul.
AS a toddler, I asked, “Is it okay to be me?” My will was coming into its place.
Then, as a young child, I asked, “Can I do and create?” I looked for a sense of purpose.
Belief, about God, the world, who I am and what I can do is much deeper than thoughts. This source of my perception and trust lives in the secret places of my heart. IT is often out of cognitive reach, making my dependence on God absolutely necessary.
I am intrigued and encouraged by this truth: IT would be easy to feel accused because I still encounter old beliefs that need to be transformed. Had it been entirely up to me, I would have changed them years ago. I didn’t even know they existed, however; it took God’s revelation at just the right moment to bring the perfect healing and change.
Thoughts are certainly important. They are the grapes in the winepress of my mind, the materials from which new beliefs will be made; therefore, I do well to monitor, feed and govern them. God has provided many ways to do this: Prayer, Bible study, meditation on His Word, fellowship, teaching, the discipline of mindfulness and repentance.
So then, God has the primary role in my formation and destiny. He knew who I was before anyone even had the slightest inkling that I would exist. He chose my family, created good works for me to do, gave me talents, gifts and unique personal traits.
I have my place as well. It is up to me to steward all of the riches given to me by God. Trust, obedience and cooperation are the keys.
Such a wonderful partnership! God could have made us like robots, easily programmed. Instead, he chose to give us freedom so that He could have intimate relationships with us. How loving is that!
I have struggled with the contrast between what Scripture says and life experiences for most of my life, especially in terms of healing. This has been magnified since my nephew’s death on July 17. He was medically fragile. I had contended for him in prayer from the time of his birth to the moment of his death. An infection ambushed him and caught everyone, including his doctors, completely off guard. He was all right; then he was gone.
I myself have had countless people pray for my healing; yet cannot see. I have probably heard every explanation in the book for my blindness and the lack of healing, from the “hidden sin in my life” to “God doesn’t heal these days.”
In truth, I have had many injuries, illnesses and conditions healed by God, including repeated stress syndrome, anorexia, migraines, FibroMyalgia and more recently, an egg allergy.
I have studied the Bible thoroughly on this topic and have concluded that it is absolutely clear in this matter: God heals. This isn’t something He merely does; it is part of who he is. I can find all sorts of verses to verify this and none that give exceptions, caveats or time limits. Trust me, I have searched diligently: This would have made my dilemma a whole lot easier!
You should see people when I tell them I believe that God heals. They can’t figure that out, when I obviously have a disability. It really messes with them!
I have taken a step forward this past week: A deeper, heart-level revelation about trusting God first. It means believing his word and experiences of him over other life events. It has to do with recognizing that God’s ways and His Kingdom reality are far greater than anything I grasp or understand.
I told my pastor that I have had more than enough prayer for my eyes. HE challenged me: How do I know it’s more than enough? He is right; that is an assumption on my part. All prayer is answered; God is doing something bigger than what I experience.
The war between faith, in the sense of trust or expectancy, vs reliance on experience and understanding goes beyond healing. It is something with which we struggle when it comes to any of God’s blessings: Provision, protection, favor, salvation and all miracles. There are all sorts of doctrines and arguements to support the status quo and plenty of discreditation for people who dare to go out on the limb of absolute trust in God. When a miracle (including healing) occurs, there is no shortage of attempts to explain it away.
My point can be expressed in a stanza of poetry:
I bless You, oh Lord, for all that You do;
I will watch for Your miracles each day.
And even when they seem to be subtle,
I will not explain them away.