sometimes i get on the internet and it makes me angry.
angry is maybe too strong a word. frustrated fits better.
it’s not that i’m not remembering what’s true: God in His sovereignty is working out the details of my life even as i live and breathe frustration in this very moment. i’m remembering it, i’m just not sure i’m believing it.
(i’m trying, right now. convicted of my frustration, i’m trying to lean strongly into the Lord’s assurances that He is in control and He is working toward my good but more importantly for His matchless glory.)
this is the time, i think, when we must ask ourselves the hard questions for our faith to survive. do we want what we want or do we want God’s glory to be magnified and shone throughout the earth?
(SO often, you know, they are the complete opposites of each other. and we must press desperately into Jesus if we’re to have any hope of answering for His glory.)
i don’t think it’s important we necessarily find the answers to those hard questions; i think if we ask the questions and examine the Lord’s character and the words He’s passed down to us through the generations, we will learn to live the answers, learn to love Him more.
He says to test the spirits and that faith the size of a mustard seed will move mountains. i have tested and i know it to be true.
i’m frustrated, and it’s easy to let that frustration blind me. but i’m desperately aiming to remember it’s when we let Jesus have all of that fear and anger and bitterness that He moves mightily within us, for us, and through us.