BLOGWORDS – Sunday 23 October 2016 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – REST IN ME
FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – REST IN ME
I’m studying a book in small group. Tulian Tchividjian’s One Way Love. It’s one of those books that changes you. I know it’s changing me. Taking me deeper into Father’s love, deeper into understanding Father’s love.
How often do we, as humans, try to put limits on the love God has for us? How often do we place conditions on His love? On giving our love to those we hold most dear? On loving ourselves?
This was the one that snared me, loving myself. I still fight against that notion, so ingrained in me, that I have to repay a kindness, I have to pay in some way for a favor. Asking for help is probably the hardest thing for me EVER not because of pride, but because I (still) don’t feel worthy.
And that’s such a lie.
Along with that, is the need to take care of me. To rest when I’m weary (like now). To eat properly (mostly a budget thing). To express myself honestly and freely.
But that’s the thing, the resting. Abide in Me, He says. Rest in Me. Hide under the shelter of My wings.
I remember a snippet of a song I heard years ago. A cassette tape mysteriously appeared on my kitchen counter. No joke, I had no clue where it came from. It was a mixed tape of Amy Grant songs, not an album, but several of her better known numbers, and a few I’d never heard before. This little lick was from one of those. It goes:
We tend to think that the more we do, the more we’ll be rewarded. But that backfires. In the long run, it always will. Longer hours at the job nets more pay. But a heavy loss in down time, family time. Our health.
I once heard a story of a man who not only tithed but gave his entire paycheck in the offering each week. Before long, his phone and utilities were shut off, he lost his home, his vehicle, and his job because he had no transportation to get there, and his wife left him. He asked his pastor why God didn’t bless him when he had given so much. The pastor told him, as kindly as he could, that God had blessed him. The job, the home, the family. That paycheck, however great or small, was intended to meet those basic needs. The poor man had gotten wrapped up in some warped thinking, that God supernaturally provides the groceries, and the gas for the car, and the mortgage payment, when what God had provided was the job to meet those needs.
The man gave more than God ever asked or expected—and lost everything. [Giving] more is not always better.
And we’re back to relationship. Hearing His still small voice. Conversing with Him, and knowing His will.
This is the way, walk ye in it. It’s not just a suggestion. It’s His best for us. We don’t have to understand. It’s up to us to listen. And obey.
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