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“That is why I am suffering as I am. Yet this is no cause for shame, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day.”  2 Timothy 1:12

 

My Story, My Song

Like a lone tree in a golden field
I raise my arms up high
to the splendor of Your greatness
to majesty of Your sunrise.
My feet firmly planted
in the foundation of Your word
roots growing steadfastly
anchoring me to Your love.
And though my leaves have fallen
and my branches sway and bend
I will not faint or break
no matter how strong the wind.
Because I know in Whom I believe
You promise to keep me safe
through all the storms of life
that shake or blow my way.
This is my story, and this is my song,
thanksgiving and praises
to lift up to You all the day long.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
11/1/17, All Rights Reserved.

 

Some would call it a crisis of faith. Others, a crisis of belief.

When Henry Blackaby first came out with the “Experiencing God” study, I did not understand this phrase. I didn’t understand this particular point in the study. My Christian walk has been long and I’ve learned much in my years with Christ, but at that time in my life I had no idea what it meant to lose belief in God and in what He can do in our lives.

But I think I understand now. And I’ve learned that no matter how long a person has been saved, there may come a time in their life when they don’t believe God will do what He says He will do. This may not even be intentional. It may be that the person experiencing this crisis does not even realize they have quit believing.

Yet, here I am. Realizing in the past few months I had gone down that road. Until I stared it right in the face not long ago and wrote in my journal these words, “Do I not believe You anymore? Have I lost my faith in You God?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, God and I have been working through this crisis. I put my hand to a new plough and began to dig for the truths I knew in my heart were there.

Where do we hide our hearts when the out-of-the-blue earthquake hits and our world feels like it is shattering? What do we do with our faith when everything feels like it is caving in once again?

Sometimes we have to go back to the beginning. Remember what our story is so we can remember the faithfulness of our God to us.

 

What is your story? What is your song?

 

Once we trace His hand of faithfulness upon our life, we will praise Him all the day long. We will not falter. We will not faint. We might slow down a bit, stumble, trip over our shoelaces, but He’s got us. Right in the palm of His hand. Carrying us when we can’t walk. Sustaining us when we feel weak. Strength for the journey.

When we are at our lowest, we can still know who we have believed in because He will guard what we have entrusted to Him…our hearts and our souls.

Will you sing with me?

“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine;
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.”¹

Yes and amen.

From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie

¹ “Blessed Assurance”. Fanny Jane Crosby (1820-1915) Music: Phoebe Palmer Knapp (1839-1908).

 

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