God is more than a crutch.
I was listening to a friend recently, who was stressing about things in his life. Everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
(I can’t mention the details)
Its just got me thinking.
I don’t want to use God just as crutch. We need to be SATURATED by Him.
Is that not the whole idea of the Christian life? Losing our identity in Him!
My friend didn’t start his prep or following of his dreams with “going to God” first.
Now, I am not judging (I dislike judges)..just asking a question to all of us:
Do we believe that God is concerned about our dreams? Did He not place them there in the first place?
We seem to leave God too often out the “everyday affairs” of our life.
God SEES and He CARES.
I challenged my friend and suggested that “things were falling apart” around him, because He had not even started off with sharing his heart with his loving and caring God.
God is not a crutch. He should be our LIFE. We need to constantly learn and re-learn that.
This Psalm 73 comes to mind (I like it from The Message version:
1-5 No doubt about it! God is good— good to good people, good to the good-hearted.
But I nearly missed it,
missed seeing his goodness.
I was looking the other way,
looking up to the people
At the top,
envying the wicked who have it made,
Who have nothing to worry about,
not a care in the whole wide world.
6-10 Pretentious with arrogance,
they wear the latest fashions in violence,
Pampered and overfed,
decked out in silk bows of silliness.
They jeer, using words to kill;
they bully their way with words.
They’re full of hot air,
loudmouths disturbing the peace.
People actually listen to them—can you believe it?
Like thirsty puppies, they lap up their words.
11-14 What’s going on here? Is God out to lunch?
Nobody’s tending the store.
The wicked get by with everything;
they have it made, piling up riches.
I’ve been stupid to play by the rules;
what has it gotten me?
A long run of bad luck, that’s what—
a slap in the face every time I walk out the door.
15-20 If I’d have given in and talked like this,
I would have betrayed your dear children.
Still, when I tried to figure it out,
all I got was a splitting headache . . .
Until I entered the sanctuary of God.
Then I saw the whole picture:
The slippery road you’ve put them on,
with a final crash in a ditch of delusions.
In the blink of an eye, disaster!
A blind curve in the dark, and—nightmare!
We wake up and rub our eyes….Nothing.
There’s nothing to them. And there never was.
21-24 When I was beleaguered and bitter,
totally consumed by envy,
I was totally ignorant, a dumb ox
in your very presence.
I’m still in your presence,
but you’ve taken my hand.
You wisely and tenderly lead me,
and then you bless me.
25-28 You’re all I want in heaven!
You’re all I want on earth!
When my skin sags and my bones get brittle,
God is rock-firm and faithful.
Look! Those who left you are falling apart!
Deserters, they’ll never be heard from again.
But I’m in the very presence of God—
oh, how refreshing it is!
I’ve made Lord God my home.
God, I’m telling the world what you do!