How often have I held onto cares like they were the only things that float in the wreckage of a ship? As if I would drown if I let go of one of them. How often have I wrongly assumed that I was the one keeping my head from going under? And how many times have I gotten more than wearied by this fight?
I was reading something tonight. I read it once through, and then wrestled with a thought. “How long has it been since I have surrendered? How long has it been since I gave everything to the Lord and fell in Love with Him and the way He holds my head up?” So I read it again and it seemed to take on the shape of a tool in the hands of the Potter ressurecting my soul.
Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:6-7
Now, I would like you to stop. to stop and do as I did. Question yourself for a moment? How long has it been since you’ve been at home in the arms of you Saviour? Really at home. Now read that line over again.
As I did I began to further meditate on it. What does my God’s mighty hand look like? And so i found myself in Psalms.
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. A Song. Praise is awaiting You, O God, in Zion; And to You the vow shall be performed. O You who hear prayer, To You all flesh will come. Iniquities prevail against me; [As for] our transgressions, You will provide atonement for them. Blessed [is the man] You choose, And cause to approach [You], [That] he may dwell in Your courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Of Your holy temple. [By] awesome deeds in righteousness You will answer us, O God of our salvation, [You who are] the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the far-off seas; Who established the mountains by His strength, [Being] clothed with power; You who still the noise of the seas, The noise of their waves, And the tumult of the peoples. They also who dwell in the farthest parts are afraid of Your signs; You make the outgoings of the morning and evening rejoice. You visit the earth and water it, You greatly enrich it; The river of God is full of water; You provide their grain, For so You have prepared it. You water its ridges abundantly, You settle its furrows; You make it soft with showers, You bless its growth. You crown the year with Your goodness, And Your paths drip [with] abundance. They drop [on] the pastures of the wilderness, And the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks; The valleys also are covered with grain; They shout for joy, they also sing. Ps 65
The ocean rages. i’ve seen it, I’ve felt it. I’ve been overwhelmed by it. Waves have shown their angry teeth, and even swallowed me whole. But My God is the one who calms those stromy seas.
The tumult of riots has screemed louder that the thoughts in my own head. People shout. People give up their oppinions like the graves will give up their dead on the day of redemption. But My God is the one who speaks a whisper above the noisiest crowd.
My point is this friends, To cast your cares off is one thing. You could just cast your cares into a pile and hope they don’t haunt you but let’s all face it. Nothing’s keeping them down. Where redemption, freedom, peace, and joy come from is the place where you cast your care upon Him. For, He cares for you. The one who quites the seas to a whisper, and silences the peoples to a hush, cares more for us then our human minds could ever comprehend. His desire is to be with you. His desire is for you to experience the gift of letting go of your care and letting Him care for you. In your place. Friends, it’s the message of the cross. It’s the message of a redeemer. Read ps 65 and know who your God is. The one who cares For you.
( I found this in my drafts from september. There must be a reason it didn’t get published then.)
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