Cursed is the strong one who depends on mere humans, who thinks he can make it on muscle alone and sets God aside as dead weight. He's like a tumbleweed on the prairie, out of touch with the good earth. He lives rootless and aimless in a land where nothing grows.
But blessed is the man who trusts me, God, the woman who sticks with God. They're like trees replanted in Eden, putting down roots near the rivers--never a worry through the hottest of summers, never dropping a leaf, serene and calm through droughts, bearing fresh fruit every season.Making it on muscle alone...setting God aside as dead weight vs trusting and sticking with God.
One cursed, the other blessed...by God.
Being cursed by God is the scariest realm I know. He has all the power. I am but a breath. Whatever it takes to stay out of that arena is worth every bit of trusting and sticking with God I can muster.
And there is no tricking God. He continues:
The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful, a puzzle that no one can figure out. But I, God, search the heart and examine the mind. I get to the heart of the human. I get to the root of things. I treat them as they really are, not as they pretend to be.My prayer:
Lord, it looks like I can only offer you my hopelessly dark and deceitful heart. But it's yours. Put it on a steady path toward your light. Clean it up and use it for your purpose and your glory. Thank you for a chance to live on the blessed side of the scale.Comments are welcome at feedyourstrength@gmail.com.
