I can’t count the decisions I’ve made in haste. Choices to go, stay, do, take, give without a single inquiry of what God—who alone is wise—would have me do. As if I haven’t made a million wrong moves!
I’m tired of me, friends—because I’ve done it again. Opened my mouth to do something that appears innocent, helpful, good, what Jesus would do. Until I went home, acted on my decision, and was filled with nervous tension. As if someone else’s trial had suddenly become mine. Have you done this before? Your heart so broken for another, you adopt their pain in an effort to make it go away. I can fix this, our thoughts heroically proclaim. If I don’t help they will be lost. In a moment of weakness, we turn, not to God, but to ourselves.
If we were to count the number of times in scripture God does what we’d never expect—they would be as the grains of sand along the sea. God does not think like you and me. “‘My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,’ says the LORD.” (Isaiah 55:8) It’s not for me to decide what Jesus would do. It’s up to me to stop and pray, believe God to make things clear once all my feelings are brought into obedience.
Pray with me now.
Lord, forgive my prideful, presumptuous heart. Help me leave foolish ways and live, walking in the way of understanding. Restrain my lips and make me wise. Help me consider well my steps. Give me a heart that holds fast to Your wisdom—never turning away from the words of Your mouth. May I seek wise counsel, REMEMBERING… in a multitude of counselors there is safety. All for Your glory Lord. Amen.
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