Declaration
5: The new
creation that I am TRUSTS. She will not
allow the lies of the enemy to hijack her thinking. She will believe that her God is at work in
her and through her, towards the end that all things will be HIS good for her
because of her love for him and her calling to his purpose.
Read: James 1:2-8
Trust. It shouldn’t be that hard. The entire cosmos is a monument to God’s
faithfulness. Every breath I draw is a
testimony of His enduring love. Yet
trust, the act of giving up my prideful I’ve-got-this
or I-know-what’s-best-for-me
delusions, is the oldest challenge to weak humanity. It’s what seduced Eve into the bite that
caused creation to crumble. It’s what led
Adam to abdication. It’s what I struggle
with daily.
Now, I have no problem
believing God can [and did] literally speak the universe into existence. Nor do I doubt that the blood of Jesus Christ
is the sufficient once-for-all atonement for those who choose to accept
it. And I do not question the presence
of the Holy Spirit, the manifestation of His power, and the endowment of His
gifts upon believers. I don’t even
wonder if God will act on behalf of other believers. My struggle is with whether He’s going to act
on behalf of me.
That sounds rather
double-minded. To believe in God for
others; all the while doubting God for me.
Without treading too far into more exacting theological discussions: it
is, but it isn’t. The double-mindedness
to which James, the biological, half-brother of Jesus Christ, refers is not
whether God will give me what I ask for if I just believe hard enough. It is
doubting whether or not God will give wisdom to those who ask. Not human knowledge, not intelligence; but
the wisdom of the Psalms (119), the wisdom of Proverbs. The wisdom that testifies: God is who He says
He is, and He will do what He says He’s going to do. A wisdom that asserts that fear of the Lord
and love of the Lord are requirements of those who desire to follow Him. Wisdom that ultimately leads to surrender. Because this wisdom brings me to the
realization that I am but a mote in His eternal light; momentary and fleeting,
helpless and seemingly superfluous. And
as always, in desperate need of Him.
Thus I can do naught but
trust God. Trust Him when things don’t
go the way I want them to, or anticipate them going, or even worst-case-scenario
them. Trust Him when it feels like He is
hiding His face from me. Trust Him with
the happy endings, as well as the sad ones.
Trust that when I don’t see it, or when it doesn’t feel like it, or when
it drags on and on, God is at work in me and through me [assuming I’m
submitting myself to Him]. That He is
using my time and circumstances to bring about His perfect will. That somehow, through even me, He will be
glorified.
I commend to you probably
the most difficult passage of Richard Foster’s Prayer of Relinquishment, at least
for me—the couplet I’ve come to call the surrender.
I surrender
to you
I could stop there. I should stop
there. I surrender to God. I surrender.
Surrender is a forfeit of control, or any attempt thereof; a relinquishment
of authority; a voluntary submission to another, in regards to my own person
and well-being. Trusting someone other
than myself with my welfare, my life. No
matter the outcome. No matter the
cost.
I surrender to you
my hopes,
my dreams,
my ambitions.
My. My. My.
All mine. All what I want for
me. Lord, let me want what You want for
me.
Do with them what
you will,
when you will,
as you will.
This part is the hardest. What if
You don’t want for me, what I want for me?
What if it takes my whole, entire life for these dreams and hopes to
come about; what if I feel like I’ve wasted my time until then? What if, in the end, it doesn’t turn out how
I’ve pictured, how I’ve planned? Lord,
help me to surrender. My wants, my time,
my outcome. Let me trade them for Yours.
For the sake of Jesus Christ.
I will trust that the Divine Man Messiah who hung upon the cross at Golgotha and the God who
allowed His Son to die in my stead, had my best interested at heart. Both now and forever.
Amen
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