I’ve gained a new appreciation of the fact that God created me with limits. I’m thankful that God doesn’t ask me to be God. It honestly is so freeing when I remember this.
He doesn’t ask me to fix everything. He doesn’t ask me to carry the weight of the world. He doesn’t even ask me to predict what tomorrow will bring.
What does He ask of me? To trust. To trust that He holds my tomorrow. To trust that He is going behind the scenes working everything out for His glory and for my good. To trust that He’s got big enough shoulders to carry the whole wide world, and He doesn’t need me to do any of the heavy lifting.
I am to be faithful to answer His call on my life, take responsibility for what He has made me responsible for, and leave the rest up to Him.
What else does He ask of me? To fix my eyes on my God of the impossible. To remind myself of who He is. How capable He is. His perfect love. All of His good intentions for His kids. To have faith. To not let the bigness of my situation consume me, rob me, and cause me to forget just how big my God is. To meditate on His word, eat it up, make it my own, accept it in submission to my Lord.
When I keep my eyes superglued on Him, when I keep a firm grip on His hand, when I’m feasting on the truth of His word daily… the rest of the world seems small, not so heavy, and each day of this healing journey becomes more tolerable… One-step-at-a-time.
“Then He took the child by the hand, and said to her, “Talitha, cumi,” which is translated, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.”” Mark 5:41