I Will Look Unto the Hills from Whence Cometh my Help

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I used to believe that I would never be good enough, smart enough, or talented enough to fulfill God’s will in my life. The Lord would put dreams into my mind, and instead of embracing the dream, I would deliberate with God, and remind him of a bazillion reasons why I was inadequate to do what he was asking me to do. After hearing my rant, the Lord would remind me from his word, a scripture in Isaiah 43:1-2,

“I have called you by name–you are mine. When you pass through deep waters, I will be with you, your troubles will not overwhelm you.”

Then, all the excuses I had given for not being able to fulfill God’s will in my life, would crumble at his feet. Think about it; the Lord bought our salvation, and he offers us eternal life, and in the meantime as we move forward in his will, he promises to be with us.

If there ever was a time that we need to look to the hills for help, it is in this day. I can remember too many times when I charged ahead being my own independent self, with all good intentions of not ‘needing’ anyone to help, only to find that the situation was too complicated for me to handle. Before all was resolved, I usually ended up crying out to the only one who would possibly listen, Jesus Christ. After Jesus stepped in on the scene, mountains were moved on my behalf.

When I was a baby saint, I sure did get many bruises and skinned knees, because I made so many mistakes. It is a learning process. What separates a baby Christian from a mature Christian is the level of commitment. It matters how I conduct myself both inside of the church walls, and outside. We represent the name of Jesus Christ. God forbid, that something that I did caused someone new in their walk with the Lord, to question and possibly fall.

I’m not in this lifestyle just because I didn’t have anything else to do this weekend. I pray that I never base my worship on what the weather is doing outside, or whether I feel like it or not. I’m so thankful that the Lord never acquired that lackadaisical attitude when deciding whether or not to go to Calvary.

Why did he die for me? Because he loves me. Does he ask too much that I live for him?

I Will Lift up Mine Eyes Unto the Hills

About gracemorganwriter

What is a writer? Someone who writes. For me, writing means to observe the world in a fresh way; it gives us encouragement when we are struggling to follow the path, and hope that we can keep pressing towards the mark. Writing gives us grace for the journey, and shines light into the darkened places of our soul.
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