I once held the belief of there being no absolutes in life, rather, stood on the point that everything is relative. What a self-refuting mind I've once ignorantly had. Humbling to dwell on the past? Most Definitely. Today, I hold to the truth that the Lord God is Jehovah Jireh: "The Lord our Provider". The name comes from Genesis 22:14 in the context when God provided a ram in replacement of Isaac for Abraham's sacrifice. I also hold to the truth that anxiety over financial necessity, not 'want', may I clarify, is the outcome of little faith: Matthew 6:30.
Judging from the contents that proceed out from my lips on a Sunday's stage should speak of great faith, peace, and freedom. Then why is it at this very moment anxiety begins to encrust my mind like an army of ants over a corpse of a grasshopper?
Perhaps it's like my faith in God, presently, is like the temperance of an alcoholic in a dive bar; however, as oxymoronic as that is, it still doesn't make sense. And it is precisely that.
Reality Check.
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