Sunday, January 31, 2010
Cling to His Promises
Cling to them like the hem of his robe.
Like it is the only source of hope of life for you.
I sometimes get so caught up in the now, and impatience begins to stir within me. Doubt seems to be more attractive then waiting for God's promises. I see through the tiny peep hole God has set before my eyes to view His overwhelming confusing collage of a mystery. Waiting. Not seeing the benefits. Only pain and no new gardens to bloom around my hurting heart.
But oh how wrong I am in this tiny disposition of God's big plan!
The Lord who made the earth, who formed and established it, whose name is the Lord: Ask me and I will tell you remarkable secrets you do not know about things to come.
The people of the world will see all the good I do for my people, and they will tremble with awe at the peace and prosperity I provide for them. You have said "This is a desolate land where people and animals have disappeared."
Yet in the empty streets of Jerusalem and Judah's other towns, there will be heard once more the sound of joy and laughter. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will be heard again, along with the joyous songs of people bringing thanksgiving offerings to the Lord. They will sing,
"Give thanks to the Lord of Heaven's Armies,
for the Lord is good.
His faithful love endures forever!"
For I will restore the prosperity of this land to what it was in the past, says the Lord.
This is what the Lord says: "If you can break my covenant with the day and the night so that one does not follow the other, only then will my covenant with my servant David be broken."
So if I can try and stop the night from greeting the end of the day, or stop the dawn from rising after night, THEN God's covenant would be broken. But it's impossible to be done!
It's like trying to hold back the sun from rising to it's ordained place.
That is how true and faithful God's promises are. And how He Loves to keep them, and bless those whose confidence is found in Him. Faith is the decided obedience in the things unseen.
Though it may feel the blue has left my skies, God is there to restore them with His beauty from the ashes kiss upon my heart.
Posted by krista joy