June 9, 2011

Loss of control

5 When they went across the lake, the disciples forgot to take bread. 6 "Be careful," Jesus said to them. "Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees."

 7 They discussed this among themselves and said, "It is because we didn't bring any bread."

 8 Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked, "You of little faith, why are you talking among yourselves about having no bread? 9 Do you still not understand? Don't you remember the five loaves for the five thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? 10 Or the seven loaves for the four thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? 11 How is it you don't understand that I was not talking to you about bread? But be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees." 12 Then they understood that he was not telling them to guard against the yeast used in bread, but against the teaching of the Pharisees and Sadducees.

Matthew 16:5-12

God is the same yesterday, today and forever. The same God who got me through my past will be here for me now. He will be here for me in the future. I often forget that fact.

Life is flowing along so soft and sweetly and then suddenly, a waterfall. I panic. I begin to paddle hard trying to escape my impending fall. I look around for help but there is nothing. I begin to scream for help but no one hears me. On the other hand, do they?

Days pass that are good and things are quiet. I oftentimes forget that even in those moments God is working. He is there. He is listening. Instead, I begin to rely on myself, thinking I must be living right because all is well. Life is good. I forget who is in control.

Then it happens. Something that shakes my foundation and leaves me scared. I feel out of control. I lose control.

Then suddenly it happens. I am thrown a rope. I grab a hold of that rope. Slowly I am pulled toward the shore. I escape the fall and my life is spared.

It is not until I lose control that suddenly I remember just who is in control. I spent time thinking it was me paddling that boat. That I controlled the current but God had to remind me. He has to remind me a lot.

I control nothing. His hand decides every moment of my life when I choose to walk in His will. He has a perfect plan.

That boat ride would have gone much smoother had I not taken control and forged right when I should have forged left. I would have never encountered that lovely waterfall. Praise God for His mercy and grace. His love is what brings us back to Him. We sometimes have to lose control in order to remember who it is that has all the control.

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