In Genesis 28, Jacob awakens from a dream where God has promised him
“behold I am with you and will keep you wherever you go and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I’ve promised you.”
…until I’ve done what I’ve promised you. These words reverberate into my heart. The question is do I believe them? Will I, like Jacob, finally wake up and declare “this is Holy ground”. This dirty floor of my house, covered with grim, toys, the stuff of life?
Again, in Philippians, the promise is given. The promise of a good work that will be brought to completion.
A good work.
For He is good.
And in His goodness, dwells His fullness.
But I cannot grasp that fullness without faith.
Tozer says “Faith is the gaze of a soul upon a saving God.”
And Ann says “faith isn’t a once in the past action, but faith is a way of seeing,
a seeking for God in everything.”
From the dishes piled up in my sink.
To the children I left at the doorway of school this morning.
To the husband I kissed goodbye.
And this time and space that is open to live.
To live like Moses, who didn’t feel he had the ability needed to speak or lead, but yet kept on going because he kept his eyes on the one who is invisible. (from Hebrews)
And by the death of Jesus, I am presented “holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if indeed I continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel I have heard.” (from Colossians)
I must continue. Doing more than getting through it, but yet still pressing on.
Waking up into the Holy life He has granted me. Pressing on into His glory and into the goodness He has promised.
Full of His goodness.
To the place of completion.
In His Joy.
Great is His faithfulness.