May 8, 2018

Mark 9:23-24
“Jesus said to him, “If you can? Everything is possible for the one who believes.” Immediately the father of the boy cried out, “I do believe; help my unbelief.”

Recently, I’ve been asking God to help me with my unbelief.

My unbelief that a gentle answer is better than angry one.

My unbelief that God is in control and practicing self-control is better than me fighting for my way.

My unbelief that God satisfies all (when I feel the pressure of the day and turn to mindless stress-eating in response.)

My unbelief that Christ is the ultimate treasure and that I can’t serve two masters. I believe the lie that stuff makes me truly happy.

My unbelief in knowing God is the good provider, as I try to plan for every aspect of the future when tomorrow isn’t promised to us anyway.

My belief isn’t to be placed in myself. I think that’s the problem; I believe myself too much. Love myself too much. That’s why all my wires get crossed and I go haywire. The outcome is never good. Belief ought to be placed in one who is worthy and that ain’t me. God is holy and all-powerful and sent His perfect Son to die for a crossed-wires, try-to-be-self-sufficient person like me. Christ is where I place belief, as feeble and weak as it is, Christ is sure and true and worthy to be the object of my belief and worship. I will continue to fight to cling to Christ and ask God to continually help me with my unbelief.


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