His Extended Hand

I breathe easily knowing the concerns of my heart are safe in His hands. I will rest in Him. Rest is trust in not only His ability, but His willingness, to take care of my heart's cry. Incessant activity reveals uncertainty, doubt, and distrust. If I do not know and understand that He is always taking care of me, then I will not rest. 

 

“Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear” (Isaiah 59:1). I choose to believe this. I will say it again and again. I will rely on its promise. This is a beautiful truth that waits for me to stop trying to save myself, and reach for His hand. This is a truth that says He hears my cry, and in response throws me a lifeline. 

I will hold on to that truth, and hold on to the rope. It is so ridiculous for me to try to save myself. I end up fighting against the very one who has come to rescue me! And in the process I make His rescue even harder. He waits for me to let go of everything else, and just hold on to Him. He waits for me to trust that His rope is all that I need to not drown.

Letting God have all of me is letting go of all my preconceptions, my agendas, my control, my ideas, my wants, my attempts to muddle through problems, my lack of belief, my unworthiness, and accepting His perfect love for me. That is the Hand He has extended....His perfect love. I need only to grab hold of Him. And I will never drown in my own failure.