Why do I think I have to do everything?
By myself? With only a glance at what it might cost me?
“I can do this…I can do this…I can do this…”
And then I crumble.
Because I can’t.
I’ve been trying to look at how I work and live from an outsider’s perspective.
How I strive to do everything I think is expected of me…on my own…without asking for guidance or help.
Why do I place so much importance on being self-sufficient? Strong. Capable.
Why is it hard to ask for help?
Why do I forget that God has promised to lift me up, walk with me, carry my burdens?
Why do I too often look to My Heavenly Father as the one who will help me out when I find I can’t manage it on my own?
Maybe it’s because I’m Scandinavian. There are strong, brave, women in my ancestry.
Maybe it’s because I’m from the Midwest. Farming, working hard, and resourceful describe my small town, growing-up years.
Maybe it’s because I’m stubborn. Prideful.
Whatever the reason…
My questions have caused me to spend a lot of time in Jeremiah 17 during the last few weeks.
These verses have reset how I want to work and live.
Take a look…
“This is what the Lord says: [OK. This is important!]
‘Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength
and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
He will be like a bush in the wastelands; he will not see prosperity when it comes.
He will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives.’
[Well. That certainly doesn’t sound like fun!]
BUT!!! [I love that word here.]
‘But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.’”
Depending on our own flesh, our own strength, our own resources is not the answer.
When we trust in The One Who Loves Us Most, answers come. Projects complete. Worries are gone.
Compare these pictures:
A bush in the wastelands. Parched desert. A salt land.
Trusting only in myself or other people.
Green leaves on a tree by a beautiful stream, bearing sweet fruit.
Trusting in The One Who Loves Me Beyond Measure.
I’m going for the lush, green tree.