Spread it out.
Leave it there –
at the feet of the Creator of the Universe.
That’s what I visualize myself doing when I pray. I take my praises, my concerns, my dreams and my questions….
and I raise them up before my loving Father in Heaven.
I lay them at his feet.
And I really try to leave my concerns and my worries there. I try not to pick them back up.
Because he is in control…
and he wants the best for me.
I trust him.
I love reading King Hezekiah’s story in 2 Kings. He received a letter telling him that the huge enemy army of Assyria had been destroying cities all around them and now the army was coming his way.
To crush him.
To kill all of his people.
And Hezekiah didn’t have enough fighting men or resources to stop them on his own. So he went to God and he spread the letter out before him. “It is true, Lord, that the Assyrian kings have laid waste these nations and their lands. They have thrown their gods into the fire and destroyed them, for they were not gods but only wood or stone, fashioned by human hands. Now, Lord our God, deliver us from his hand, so that all the kingdoms of the earth may know that you alone, Lord, are God.” 2 Kings 19: 17-19.
God heard Hezekiah and answered with ‘yes’. He saved the city – the King of Assyria left in disgrace.
How hard that must have been for Hezekiah! Facing annihilation, he gave it all to God and left it there – even as the huge army advanced towards him.
He knew that God was his only answer so he stayed focus, he remained faithful.
How good am I at staying focused? Remaining faithful?
I’m pretty good at spreading my concerns out before God and I’m gradually getting better at leaving them there. Not worrying. Not anxious. Not letting a million concerns roll around in my head in the middle of the night.
Two weeks ago today my husband had emergency open-heart bypass surgery after having a life-threatening event happen to his heart. I just kept reminding myself that God is in control, that he loves me and my husband with a perfect love and that he wants the best for us. I trusted God and I was not afraid. The peace God gave me during this situation was the ‘peace that passes all understanding’. It didn’t come from me – it came from God.
By the way – my husband is doing well, walking and active, getting started on his rehabilitation program. Thank you, Father.
How good are you at giving your worries to God and leaving them, trusting that he’s taking care of them? Or do you take them back?
Please help us grow our trust in you, Abba Father.