This is a subject that I have breached before, I believe, but I, or God, rather, decided to bring it up again because it is something that I constantly find myself struggling with. It’s a matter of trusting God.
Some trust in chariots and some in horses but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.
1. Chariots= protection/security/strength in things. More and more, I’m realizing that I put my trust in things. As long as I have $500 in my savings account, a refrigerator with food, and a closet full of clothes, I’m okay. Actually, I’m not. That’s dumb. Josh and I were talking the other day and I came to the realization that Job lost EVERYTHING and yet, what he had left was a fear of the Lord that was strong enough that he never forsook God. If I lost everything, praising God would not be the first thing on my mind. It would probably be the last. I think society has taught us that as long as we have all this stuff piled around us, we can be happy and then secure in our faith. It should be the other way aroudn at least. Actually, the things shouldn’t matter. Look at college students. Most of the people that I talk to are in their major because it will pay well. I heard a stat that 70% of Americans are in the wrong job. That’s a lot of unhappiness just so you can get more Precious Moments collectible figures. I need to put my trust in the Lord, not in my Batman mask or clothes that won’t fit when I get pregnant anyway (which is a long time from now, btw).
1 Peter 5:7 Cast your anxieties upon the Lord because he cares for you.
2. Horses=speed. I have a schedule. I like to do things fast. This leads to a number of problems:
-I tend to neglect personal relationships because I don’t add them onto my to do list. I’m getting better about it though. Last night Joe and I had hammock time at the kitchen table and told secrets and snickered to each other.
-My pastor talked about integrity on the Sunday that I got baptized. He pretty much said that integrity means consistency. If I say that I’m a law abiding citizen, that means all the laws. Yep, that’s right. I’ve been driving the speed limit (or trying too) even when that means going 25 on a street that is long and straight. I’ve been working on matching my words up with my actions. When that happens, people notice you. Anyway, I don’t drive fast anymore, which is what we’re talking about.
-Going fast stresses me out. When you’re on a tight schedule (pronounced shed-yule), then you don’t have time to stop and smell the flowers.
Because I prided myself on my amazing ability to get things done quickly, I didn’t leave time for God to work unless he gave me enough time to fit it in. This is over. I’m done with that. With God being my “personal assistant”, I have no need to worry bout nothin’.
CONCLUSION: Put your trust in the Lord. It’s not easy, but it’s well worth it because we weren’t meant to run our own lives. JC loves you…a whole lot.