It’s easy to claim to know the King of Kings. It’s a natural presumed assumption we make as Christians. To know the King of Kings means to have full confidence in His reign then.
Why would you follow a being in whom you didn’t trust in their character.
These past couple of weeks I’ve had in the states between leading squads has challenged me to dig deep in my pursuit of the Father’s heart and to cling hard to my knowledge of His sovereignty. It was far easier to remain distracted and disheartened in places that weren’t home and with people, if any, who weren’t ‘my people’, than to remain in the one whose steadiness anchors mine.
The unsettled environments I found myself in, trickled into my spirit and left me feeling uncertain, doubting next step decisions I had so confidently made. I allowed myself to question and ‘what if’ the Lord’s plan and my obedience for a few miserable days.
But being back in Georgia I fought hard to sit in my Father’s presence even when He wasn’t speaking when I so badly desired Him to say anything at all. But what He showed me was that HE was to be my comfort. Not His words. I already knew His promises to me. An exchange of words I’ve already heard and already said weren’t needed as a meek affirmation comfort. That would have been so much less than what I actually received and needed.
In sitting with Him, He drenched me in His grace, He poured out His perfect peace, and He wrapped me up tight in His unfailing love. He was my comfort. He reminded me that He alone IS enough for me.
When I said yes to the opportunity to squad lead again, the Lord gave me a choice. It was an open door, but it wasn’t the only one. I chose it though. And the Lord told me it would be a more challenging season than the last. It would be a response to deep calling unto deep. And it would be a time of refinement, and a strengthening would occur. I was fresh off the field and hungry for more, these words were exciting and exhilarating to the heart after God. I said yes; I would go again, ready to take another deep plunge with God, believing that I wouldn’t start the plunge into the depth until month one on the field.
I’ve recognized though that these things, these promises of challenge and change began the moment I said yes. Home was hard. But God was good. He always is.
I’m thankful for a father who takes us from glory to glory. And that even when the path from the mountain top fades into a vague trail through the wilderness He’s good and faithful, and trustworthy. And I can be assured that where He’s taking me is more glorious than the last place.
My God, my King is on the throne. And He is in control. So I don’t ever have to live in a posture of fear, doubt, or anxiety. Instead, because I know my God is on the throne and in control I can live in a posture of total trust, walking boldly in love, to bring other people into the family of the King.
I’m confident.
The best is yet to come.
