Reflecting

Grasping for words I begin again. This week every time I have sat to write it has been forced. I feel as though there is so much to be said but every time I stop short. Profoundly moved by the word I find myself continually shrinking in having words to define exactly HOW God is shaping me. Yet, I know that he is speaking and that I am fighting for greater Truth to win out in me. It’s funny how the cares of this world and the desires for riches and pleasure try to become a crowd and and demand so much from me. (Luke 7). In the glory of being a husband and soon a father, I find myself asking questions that deal with much of these basic things. Where is the best place to live? What things do I need to provide? How am I going to do all this? Should I work more? The list goes on and on. But I find myself SECURE in God’s hand and remember that this crowd of worries and desires is desiring to rob me of maturity. Maturity to God simply is the culmination of all of the desires and worries with my unwavering response in faith, not willing to give in to every question or situation. Whew! I know He will provide and it will be perfect….I just have to keep reminding myself as I stay secured by His strong right hand.

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