Resting in Precarious Places

Resting in Precarious Places

I was washing dishes at my sink one day and happened to look up and out the window. Just past the patio in the forest is an old fashioned park bench sitting between two big pine trees. It’s the kind of bench that has a wrought iron base and sides with polished and stained wood slats making up the seat and back. Laying full out on the very top of the back of the bench was a huge grey squirrel. I mean he was layed out on his tummy, all comfortable and relaxed, arms and legs dangling down the sides. I could not believe my eyes. For a moment I thought he was sick, but he was just sleeping there on the edge of the top wooden slat.

The Lord spoke into my heart that we need to be like that. We need to rest in precarious places; rest in His goodness and faithfulness. Most of the time my life is so blessed and easy, but then there’s times that test me and challenge me. Things frustrate me or grieve me but I have learned that I need to keep my focus on the Lord. He instructed me that it’s not as limiting as to just trust Him so we can cope. We don’t just go through the time of pain and sorrow or fear and worry trusting God to get us out of it, but we yield. We yield up our feelings, our flesh, our pain. We say God, I know that all things work together to those who love you. We say God, I know it is impossible to please you without faith so reveal to me the way I should walk in this season. Instead of my whining and crying about it Lord, show me every nugget of faith I can glean from my circumstance. I don’t want to learn to just cope, I want to be victorious. I want to come out with a testimony Lord!

Sometimes the Lord wants me to fight and stand, sometimes to just rest in Him. I know in those times that I’m in a dangerous place, not secure but wobbly and uneasy. He says, just rest in this precarious place knowing you are rooted and grounded in Me. My arm is not too short to save. You will not be shaken. Lay down beside the still waters and sleep knowing that there is joy in the morning.

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