“Love the LORD your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.”
There are moments in my life when the above verse is my rock, my anchor and my stay. Whenever I catch myself veering off course this command can stop me in my tracks. “Love the LORD your God;” Love. With all my heart. And soul. And mind. And strength.
Love. One would think love wouldn’t/shouldn’t be so hard. One would think love shouldn’t be forced, cohered, chosen. But for me there are days when loving is the last thing I (ashamedly) want to do. Why? Because sometimes love is hard . . . and scary. To love the Lord with all my heart costs a lot; infact, it costs me everything. It requires a turning away from my flesh. It commands a single focus. It demands my trust.
Ooo, trust. Trust in God’s sovereign character and power; trust that I am perfectly and wonderfully made (blemishes and all). Trust that He wanted me and still wants me just as I am. Trust that He will never leave me and that He will finish His work in me. For me, trusting equates a letting go of my plans.
But oh the joy of trust–the beauty, peace and contentment which flows in is unfathomable. The relationship between Papa and daughter, Lord and bond-servant, Friend and friend grows. And that’s where I am–a six year old Christian still learning to delight herself in her Lord . . . while finding him incredibly faithful, holy, and good. I stop and think of Hebrews 12:22:
“But ye are come unto mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem . . .”
What a beautiful place to be.