Monday, May 27, 2013
It is something she needs to lean into. Someone, really. Cast all her cares upon the One who gathers her tears and cups her life in the palm of His hand.
We are called to a life of faith.
But, she falters around in my her own strength, kicking and screaming at life's trials and stubbing her toe and falling down to the ground and then she wonders why she has no strength left. Life is a vapour. She doesn't have time to miss this.
She was never meant to live it alone. He never intended for her to take charge of her own life; for her to take such control of her life that she really believed, for a time, that all was well.
For when she looks up and around she sees how desperately she needs Him.
Living in this anxiety, she quenches His Spirit.
He wants her to let go. Cast it all on to His back and breathe. Surrender and seek Him. And trust.
Trust. Just trust.