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A couple things have bonked me on the head this past week…spiritual things, that is.  Does that ever happen to you?  You know, when the same thing/issue pops up in several different places or is mentioned by a couple people out of the blue?

This week, it’s been the idea of trusting God.

Several of my friends are facing rather tall mountains right now.  A couple of friends have mentioned being down in a valley.  All of them need to trust God, and they know it.


BUT it is sooooo hard. Even when we KNOW God will never fail to honor His Word and promises to His children.

Lots of praise and worship songs are written around this concept, too.  Think about some of your favorite songs.  What do they talk about?  One of my favorites has the words, “I will praise You in this storm.”   And another, “Bring on the rain.”  No sunshine and roses in those words, huh?  Yet, those songs bring me comfort.

Whether we read scripture or listen to music, just hearing words of comfort and trusting God brings peace.

Why is it so hard to trust God?

Truth is, I don’t know.  And I wish I had the answer.  I wish there was a pill we could take that made us immediately TRUST GOD!

Once I read a quote which said basically, “If you could hear Christ praying for you in the next room, would you believe that He loves you and has plans for you?  Distance makes no difference. He IS praying for.”

Jesus Christ IS praying for ME in front of His FATHER GOD!

That has stuck with me for years and years. I find this week that I need to remind myself of it once again.   Distance makes no difference.

Sometimes I ask God for a special “sign” that He is doing something…that He is at work on a problem I’ve prayed about. Rarely, I get a sign.  Mostly, He reminds me of what has NOT happened.  And that is about the best thing He can do for me.

What if you think of your “answers to prayer” in that way?  Does it help?

What has NOT happened that could have…maybe could have made things worse?  Easiest answer is if you are healthy, walking, talking, and able to think, then you are way ahead of hundreds of thousands of people in this world.

God also tells me He HAS given me a “sign”….it’s in His WORD.  When I go to the Bible, His answers stare me right in the face.  No extra signs needed.

He’s already TOLD me His plans for me are for good and not evil; He is perfecting me until the Day of Christ; I can hide in the comfort of His Wings; I can go to the Rock of my Salvation; He has provided access directly to the Throne of God where I can go without fear; He will give me wisdom if I just ask it. He HAS written the last page of the book.

And Christ IS praying for me.

Distance Makes No Difference!

by Cindy Best

Winnie the Pooh tells Piglet that “love” is something you feel.  It’s not a noun, it’s a verb, says a popular song.  Love is something you “do” says another line.  Why is it we get so many descriptions–often contradictory–of what love is?

We can only experience love in the here-and-now moment.  If love happened yesterday, or an hour ago, it was something we “felt” (past tense).   If we expect love tomorrow, it is something that we “will be feeling” (let’s not even go into future present tense, etc.)!  So it seems that love can actually only be felt *in the moment* in which we are taking a breath.

Bonnie Thurston says:

“Many of us, at least internally, do not live in the here-and-now. We are consumed with what was or with what might be. A great deal of the spiritual anguish we experience is because we are not content to be, to live in the present. We are of the present, but not in it. It is by attentiveness in the present moment that we encounter God.”

I think that is why we so often feel a disconnect with what we know the Word of God teaches and what our own experience has been.  And the world we live in just feeds into that.  We are all about the “next thing on the list” of the day, or the week, or even the month.  Our Stephen Covey “planners” overflow with times, dates, lists, etc.  The calendar on our wall or refrigerator door is filled with the upcoming events for us, our kids, the family, work, etc.  Our minds threaten to carry us away with thoughts of what we forgot or fear of what we will forget.

Good grief, life is overwhelming!

planning ahead

I think Jesus had it right when we advised not to worry about tomorrow, today has enough troubles of its own.  And since I am not God, I cannot do anything about those troubles.  I need to “let go and let God” work on them.  I need to let Him carry me because He is the one who really does know what is ahead.  I need only to TRUST HIM.

Why?  Because He DIED for me.  He has written my name on His hand.  He promised me that He has prepared a wonderful place for me to live with Him forever.

I need to quit trying to be God…I have no superpowers…no seeing through walls, or into people’s hearts.   But God does!

And the love I want to feel the most is HIS LOVE!  In the here and now.  So I need to take a deep breath and breathe in God.  He is perfect love, and He loves me perfectly…in the present moment and through all moments to come.

by Cindy Best

A comment right out of Charlie Brown.

Just two months after the death of my son, I am feeling and recognizing “good grief.”  Please understand, missing him is a deep ache.  But it is so good to have the sure confidence that we will be together again.  My pastors, family, and friends continue giving their compassion, touch, and prayers which bring relief.

Whatever the sorrow or loss, it is the start of coping, resolving, finding answers, accepting powerlessness, trusting God, finding hope, that gets you through the night and into the day.

Isn’t all suffering the growth cell that develops form, shape, growth, and resolution?  Indulging in memories at unexpected moments?  It hurts and feels good simultaneously.  It is good grief.

Today is Good Friday.  It brings us more “Good Grief.”  How crushing the torture, suffering, and death of our savior.  How transforming Christ’s resurrection and living presence!  Romans 8:18 says that our present suffering is not to be compared to our future eternity with Christ.

His suffering rewarded Him.  Our suffering rewards us.  And in the suffering is our best selves.  It is “Good grief.” And He comes and suffers again, with us.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. (2 Corinthians 1: 3-5, English Standard Version)

by Margaret Stone

One night during a particularly terrible thunderstorm, my then-six-year-old daughter came into our bedroom and asked, “May I sleep with you?”  Her voice quivered with fear.

Yes,” I said, “until the storm is over.”

With tenacity and emphasis in her tone, she told me, “I want to stay here until it’s all gone.”  Then she snuggled peacefully into the space between her father and me.

While she lay there, the intensity of the storm grew worse and worse.  Lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled in reverberating rumbles all around our house; but my little one never murmured or moved.  She felt safe with us.  We were not making the storm any less violent, but she knew she was secure because of her trust in us.

As I gently stroked her back, some God-thoughts went through my mind.  Why can’t I trust God like thatWhy can’t I rest in His love?  I know God loves me, so why can’t I give over my fears to Him?

The next day, I went to the book of Psalms and found many verses to ponder.  King David is one of my favorite Bible heroes, and I think he is so awesome because he writes both about his great and wonderful thoughts and about his most intimate fears and failures.  It didn’t take long to read Psalm 23 and meditate on the provision of the Lord.

But Psalm 4:8 also spoke to my heart: “I will lay me down in peace, and sleep: for you, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”

With the storm of the previous evening in mind, I was reassured that though the storms of life threaten and are scary, if I go to God and trust Him, and rest in the space between His arms, I will be safe.  The storms may not lessen in intensity or duration—in fact, they may well get worse—but I will be protected.

Since I, as a parent, have protected my children and comforted them during their frightening experiences, I’ve learned to become as a little child to God.  I cry out and run to Him, asking Him to help me firmly stand in His love for me…often pleading to feel His love in a very real way during frightening times.

From my experience as a parent who responds to whatever fears and trials my children might have, I know without doubt that God will be my comfort and strength.  He is my shelter, my Rock, my tower of safety.  Nothing can harm me.

There is a beautiful painting depicting this peaceful feeling:  a little bird sits calmly in its swaying nest amidst a fierce storm.  Complete trust in God our Father—Creator of us and of the storms.  That is peace!

by Cindy Best

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