“The thing that is precious in the sight of God is faith that has been tried. Tried faith is spendable; it is so much wealth stored up in heaven, and the more we go through the trial of our faith, the wealthier we become in the heavenly regions.” — The Place of Help from the Quotable Oswald Chambers.
Eventually, one of the main thoughts that come crashing to mind when I face trials is the fact that God really never promised life would be a bowl full of cherries. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like to hear this. He did say, however, “I came that you might have LIFE and have it more abundantly.” [John 10:10] But, oh what a twisted perception we have of this word. In our first-world life, abundantly means large quantities of stuff. Plenty. Plenty of stuff. We are choking on our stuff.
I wonder how abundantly we would live if we truly had large quantities of God’s word flowing through our weak hearts on a frequent and consistent basis. If we had plenty of – Jesus.
I think our stuff would pale in comparison.
Abundant would take on a whole new meaning.
We would experience true wealth no man could fathom.
Because Mercy says to all of us:
… you may hurt me but I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere.
… I may not like you today but I’m still for you.
… there is nothing you can do to cause me love you less.
… mercy gracefully pardons our messed up souls.
… Jesus weeps and loves me still.
I don’t usually go out every morning to help with the animals. All three children have designated duties and they do them quite well without me. But this morning I discovered how much I am missing.
First, my children amaze me. Our farm is not set up for easy living, at this point. We don’t have water available in convenient areas, right now. But, they’ve invented ways of getting water to every pen and they’ve got a system. I didn’t stand in the way. Then, I realized I was missing the warm sun coming up over the pasture. Historically, I’ve always been a sunset kind of gal, but the newness of the day and the farm “waking up” moved me this morning. I scurried back to the house to grab my camera. Why I ever walk out the door without that thing is beyond me. And finally, the sounds of the animals as they waited. Each one knowing it’s time. They expect my children. They depend on them. And when all is said and done, there is a hush …..
It was a spiritual moment as I pondered my own hunger and thirst; not for the physical, but for my daily bread from the Lord. I depend on it.
And when I am full, there is peace.