We were made to move and not remain idle like statues.
Rest is important, but here’s the thing, you’re still moving, breathing, living.
In the Old Testament, there were many nations who revered and worshiped idols, manmade objects or statues. Dead, unreal, unmoving.
There were many who placed their lives and their very being into the protection and provision that these idols could give. Praying to empty caverns hoping to hear signs of hope.
In Psalm 115, these types of idols are mentioned:
Their idols are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but do not speak; eyes, but do not see. They have ears, but do not hear; noses, but do not smell. They have hands, but do not feel; feet, but do not walk; and they do not make a sound in their throat.
After I read this, it gave me pause. How often do I put my hope into something that is unmovable? Something that far too often doesn’t resemble anything like Jesus?
The chapter continues to say that:
Those who make them become like them; so do all who trust in them.
Am I being like a statue myself?
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I find that in times of trial, such as choosing to trust rather than to fear, I oftentimes fall short. What I mean by this is that I let fear consume my peace way more than it ever should. Instead of trusting in the Lord, I look to myself, an inadequate vessel, and try to wield or conjure some sense of control in order to maintain my sanity.
Does this work? Maybe for like .2 seconds.
Because of this, my self-reliance and lack of faith becomes an idol, a dead, unreal, unmoving idol that I continue to feed and see no progress in whatsoever.
It’s here where I could become a statue.
But the good news is I don’t have to be.
Yes, struggling with anxiety is real, but putting my trust in myself or my circumstances will get me nowhere. The only way to combat a very real problem is to place it in the hands of a very real God. The only one who is capable of taking our burdens and showing us that there is indeed a joy-filled way in bearing them.
I can’t say that I have completely surrendered this, for I constantly struggle with taking everything that I’ve placed in His hands back into my own. But without trusting Him, all my attempts at seeking peace are as futile as a kindling flame in a rainstorm.
We were not created to worship ourselves, nor were we created to carry life’s struggles alone. Don’t you think God knew that when he formed us out of the dust?
We came from humble beginnings, the lowest of lows, and yet He so graciously gave and continues to give Himself for us on a daily basis.
We don’t have to look to lifeless idols to give us hope. We don’t have to become statues ourselves.
The living God is everything He says He is, and I have to trust that when He says we are fearfully and wonderfully made, then it must be true. When He says if we draw near to Him, He will draw near to us, then it must be true.
I’m tired of looking to myself. I’ve got nothing to give.
God has already given us everything, so I’m choosing to idolize Him and trust in His living truth, His promises, His goodness.
Who’s with me?