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Humilty & trust

1 Peter 5b - 7
All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.”[a] 6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 

I started to write out my thoughts regarding this scripture (which are many), but because I have so little time this morning I am going to write it as a prayer.  What does writing it as a prayer have to do with time?  Well, if I solely write my thoughts I may or may not come away in a spirit of hope.  If I pray (and even ask you to join me) I can almost guarantee I will come away in a spirit of hope.  If you are reading this and are a believer, I'd like to ask you to read it in a spirit of prayer...for me (and for yourself if you ever struggle with anxiety).  If you are not a believer, thank you for caring enough about me to continue reading.


Father God, thank You that we can come before You in SO many ways.  Thank you that I can be totally alone and yet praying with a multitude of believers (as they read this).  Lord, I can't believe that the word humility is coming up in this scripture.  I NEVER would have put pride and anxiety together.  But, after reading through this a number of times, I am seeing that it is connected.  My guess is because when we are anxious we are not trusting in You but thinking/feeling/believing that we can and should be in control of whatever particular fear we are struggling with.  Father God, parenting is such an amazing and wonderful gift and I am so incredibly glad that you have entrusted my three precious children to me.  Please forgive me Lord for questioning Your decision at times.  Thank You Lord that You have more faith in me than I have in myself.  I don't feel capable Lord.  I want so much for them.  I want them to be healthy in body, spirit and soul.  I do believe that I have a very active roll in each of those areas, however Father when I slip into anxiousness and worry, I am actually defeating those very goals (how can they be healthy in body, spirit and soul when they are surrounded by anxiousness). Father God will you please help me to trust in You.  I know in my head that you are God - that you "have the whole world in your hands" and yet I often try to rip my children out of your hands.  Show me how to trust you first Lord - and then, in Your strength do my best.  I can not and will not ever be perfect...and that is ok.  You, Lord, are.  May I entrust my every decision to You - my perfect God.  Father God, I repent.  I am so sorry that I picture you so small and me so big.  Please Lord Jesus, forgive me.  I am so incredibly thankful that even as I type this I KNOW the answer to the question.  You have forgiven me.  Your son has paid the price.  I am hear now "laying all of my burdens down at Your feet...and anytime I don't know just what to do - I will cast all my cares upon you."

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