If you are a faithful follower, you’ve probably noticed that the new posts on Being Confident of This have been few and far between lately. I apologize! I feel as if I’ve been in an extended period of wrestling with the Lord, like Jacob.
I vacillate between patient waiting on my Redeemer and repeated attempts to escape this difficult lesson.
This season of trial has been just that – trying, and at times I feel so keenly the attempts of the Enemy. I don’t want to bore you with a list of everything that has added to our burden lately, neither do I wish to complain about our temporary trials.
“When it rains it pours” and Noah’s storm lasted 40 days and nights with weeks of patient waiting to follow, right?! 🙂
But in this time of waiting on the Lord, I’m also learning. One of the things I’ve been learning is to let Him have control of everything, including the words that end up published here. And He seems to be telling me to stay silent often lately, to be still, to simply listen and wait for Him.
So, while I’ve been resting at His feet, waiting and listening, I’ve thought a lot about the title of this blog: Being Confident of This. What exactly is it that we are confident of?
When I first claimed Phil. 1:6 as my very own, my life verse, I did so because I knew I struggled with perfection, since as long as I can remember.
This verse offers comfort to those who, like me, know their desire to please the Lord, their desire to do right, maybe even to be perfect, but they also deeply understand their own flaws.
In the beginning, being confident of this meant that I was confident God would never give up on someone like me, so flawed, so imperfect. I was confident He would keep His promise to carry out the “good work” He began in me. It also meant that someday I would be free of the chains of perfection! Hallelujah!
I have no words to even begin to describe what that means to me – that because of what Christ suffered, I can find freedom! In fact, because He suffered, I am now a co-heir with Him, positionally perfected by His blood.
As I’ve grown in my Christian walk, especially in the intensity of these last few years, I’ve begun to learn another kind of confidence, the kind of confidence born of a certain amount of chaos. I think this lesson in confidence first began about 5 years ago, when we discovered we were expecting twins!
I knew myself, my desire for my agenda, and my impatient nature. Although I’ve been a baby-lover from a very young age, I sincerely doubted my ability to handle twins, especially after the frightful toddler years with our second-born, strong-willed ball of energy and enthusiasm. 🙂
Yet, the Lord carried us through every hurdle we faced, even when… our babies were born six weeks early and ended up in the NICU. Even a few months later when our infant son began to have seizures. Even when we lacked money for necessities.
Even when we faced developmental delays, and head-shaping helmets, and corrective eyeware, and one specialist after the other, etc. He’s been faithful every step of the way!
A few years later, when He asked us to say yes to moving… wherever…like Abraham going forth into the desert with no destination in mind, He remained faithful.
We truly didn’t know what we were saying yes, to, but it just so happened that we said yes to leaving a comfortable job with benefits for a full-time ministry position that required a move, albeit thankfully a short distance.
We waited for a year, with half of our belongings packed away, for Him to sell our home so that we could move to our new community.
He proved faithful every step of the way, providing a place for us to stay when we were temporarily homeless (thanks, Mom and Dad!), a place for our belongings to be stored, furniture for our growing family, a better mower for our bigger yard, and the faith and boldness to jump into a new-to-us church with its old-to-them problems. 🙂
I was so excited about where He was leading us that I temporarily forgot the pain of moving and the insecurity of building new relationships. How can an MK like me forget such things?!
But I did.
And then I remembered…when winter came… and loneliness settled around us. We mourned the loss of friends, the comfort of familiarity, the quiet of just “being” with family. Even then, especially then, He showed Himself faithful. He carried us through that darkest winter and right into the hope of spring!
And now, now I feel we are in the midst of the Refiner’s fire again.
It’s painful, but also beautiful.
Even here, right here in this tough spot that seems to last for eternity, He is faithful. He does not leave me, nor forsake me.
He reminds me of my blessings.
He reminds me of His promises.
He reminds me of His faithfulness.
Most importantly, He reminds me that I belong to Him.
Great is His faithfulness, time and time again. That’s what confidence is beginning to mean to me, my sisters in Christ.
I’m confident that He will see us through this current set of circumstances. I’m confident that even though my faith may at times falter, it will never fail. I’m confident that when I am weak, He’ll be my Strength and when I am poor, He’ll be my Provider.
And when I just need to be held and comforted, He’ll be my Rock.
That’s a confidence worth keeping, right? Let’s not throw it away.
If you find yourself struggling as I have been, cling to this truth, friends. He is faithful; we can be fully certain of that.
When the road ahead looks to be too dark and you find yourself fearing, remember His faithfulness and be confident. When the burden grows so great that you want to throw it off altogether, remember His faithfulness and be confident. When you find yourself stumbling and sorrowing over sin, remember His faithfulness and be confident.
Be confident of this…
that the God of the Universe who walks by your side is the Faithful One.
And that you, you belong to Him.