mighty refuge

There is so much pressure in the States.

Pressure to have all the answers. Pressure to be excellent. Pressure to be the best. Pressure to make the most money. Pressure to make your name mighty, to be remembered.

But the only thing that pressure is telling you is that you are the focus. You are the purpose.

You. You. You.

I have an incessant need to know that God is mighty. That God is God. And that I am not. I can’t explain how this happened, and I know others struggle with it. But for me it has always come easy, because of that need to know it is not all me.

In Kingdom moments we need to know we are not the purpose. God is the purpose, and we get to be the conduit. We get to honor him as he would use us in his story. We get to reflect his heart.

I need to know that there is someone is greater, because I would never be able to withstand that pressure.

I need to know someone has my back, and will not abandon me at the most opportune time.

I need to know that there is a Creator who is a mystery and that it is okay to not know everything. That it is okay to not have all the answers.

Even David shared the same sentiment:

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. [Psalm 62:5-7]

Even in my most impassioned moments, when I am yelling cuss words at my Creator, deep down, I need to know that there is someone Greater. Because I don’t need or want the pressure.

I value my choice within this world, and I honor the God who was creative, humble and gentle enough to give that choice. But in the end, I need to know he is mighty. I need to know he is my refuge. I need God to be God.



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