WORD THOUGHTS: CREDIT RATING

Guest Writer: Grace Potts

And he (Abram) believed God, and He credited it to him as righteousness. Genesis 15: 6

How much credit do we get?

Abram was a giant of faith, prominent in the honor roll of Hebrews 11. God commended him for his belief; he honored God with his trust.

And how much credit do we get? The big one, for sure, if we believe that God Himself died in our place so we could be forgiven. Eternal life has already begun for us, if we accept His sacrifice.

But we still have to get through this joyful, broken, impossible life.

Do we believe the promises He gives for the journey? When we feel alone, do we trust our feelings, or do we believe, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” When our heavy loads threaten to overwhelm us, do we believe, “My yoke is easy, and My burden light.”? When we stumble over temptations, do we believe, “But the LORD is faithful, and will make a way of escape.”?

Wandering in the wilderness

When we wander in the wilderness of what-if’s and how-can-I’s, do we believe He will always make a way where there seems to be no way? When the journey seems too long and we lose sight of our destination, do we believe, “I am preparing a place for you, and I’m coming soon to take you home.”?

Day to day practical faith is hard to maintain. Even Abram, champion of faith, faltered and trusted instead in his own strength and wisdom. But our God is a God of forgiveness. Like Abram, we must turn again to our Shepherd. We must let Him lift us up and set us back on our feet to follow Him.

Cast your cares on Him, the One who has never broken a promise.

PRAYER: 

Father, I believe; please help my unbelief. In the name of Jesus, Amen.



About the author:

A country girl who could never feel at home without elbow room, fresh air, trees and animals, good neighbors and family nearby, stories to tell, books to read, and lots of solitude. (And no, they don’t all fit together.) My ancestors hailed from England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. I’m a Southerner born and bred, and adopted by the King of Parables—so it’s no surprise that I’ve told myself stories as long as I can remember. I live on a real piece of land with ten chickens, two dogs and a dat, (A dat is a dog that acts like a cat) and an amazing husband my Heavenly Father chose for me.