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| 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.
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