Shhhhhh....

"The LORD Will Fight For You; You Need Only To Be Still"

Exodus 14:14 (NIV)

I wake up in the morning, calm, ready to face another day.

Covered by His mercy and grace, I know in my heart that He is beside me, ready to take on, whatever I turn over.

He won't take, what I won't give.

He gave us free will for a reason.

Free will is defined as; "Given readily; voluntary."

I give all I have to Him, trusting that He will do a much better job with it, than I can ever think of doing.

All I have to do is be still...

Shhhhh I tell myself...

Most days are as calm as the waters...

Then there are days I can see the clouds start to form, almost the moment I open my eyes.

It takes effort to get up and start moving when you can feel that there is a black cloud on the horizon.

As if keeping your feet from hitting the floor will stop time and hold whatever may come, at bay.

Be still...

Shhhhh...

One simple stone thrown, and the calm waters begin to ripple outward.

Small at first, then a little bigger and again a little bit bigger...

If I don't give it over to Him, the waves will come, crashing down around me.

I want so badly to have complete control in every area of my life, yet, I humbly surrender it back to Him.

Be still...

Shhhhh...

In the times I don't surrender to Him, I walk around, feeling as if I am drowning on dry-land.

I am human and I am flawed and yes there are days I think I can do a better job than Him.

I think can do it quicker, because I lack patience at times...

Those are the days the enemy waits for, sitting in the corner, ready to pounce, the moment I remove the armor of Him.

And pounce he does, right on my back...

Until I run back to Him, the waters are rough, closing in over my head, suffocating me.

Be still...

Shhhhh...

I wish I could learn this lesson a little bit quicker then I have...

I think to myself, I would be better off if I could just remember to back off and allow Him to fight for me.

It may not be the outcome I was expecting, however I can look back and see each time He did, His outcome was much better than the one I was hoping for/counting on/wishing upon a star for etc...

He only wants the very best for me, so why would I ever be content with anything less?

Why would I want to settle?

A question I have been asking myself recently.

Be still...

Shhhhh...

MICHAEL W. SMITH
Control, I Give Up Control
I Can't Carry This Alone
I've Tried, For So Long I've Tried
To Make It On My Own
Now Dreams Are Scattered On The Ground
And Now I'm On My Knees