Do you ever feel like God is against you?
I’m not talking about your sin. I’m not talking about your wrong thoughts, actions, and intentions. I’m talking about you as a person. Do you ever feel like God is against you?
You may feel like God is against you, but that’s not what the Bible says: “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Rom. 8:31 NKJV).
Why, then, do we feel like God is against us?
The disciples found themselves in a boat with Jesus. All of a sudden, there was a windstorm. The boat filled with water. The disciples freaked out. In the meantime, Jesus rested His head on a pillow—yes, dozing in the stern.
“And they awoke Him and said to Him, ‘Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?’
Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, ‘Peace, be still!’ And the wind ceased and there was a great calm” (Mark 4:38-39 NKJV).
God is bigger than you think He is. You are smaller than you think you are.
“‘My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,’ says the LORD. ‘And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts’” (Isa. 55:8-9 NLT).
I thought I’d take a moment to share with you some of the thoughts rolling through my head concerning this horrific hurricane.
It’s easy for me to ignore the situation when I’m 1,200 miles away from the chaos. But, then again, am I really 1,200 miles away?
One of the most powerful questions of life is simply, what if that happened to me?
It helps me realize that, although I pray I’m far away from a storm, I can’t take my life for granted.
But, for some of us, there remains a question: why does God allow bad things to happen to “good” people?
Psalm 23 holds a special place in my heart. Why? A couple of reasons. First of all, it happens to be my great-grandpa’s personal favorite. Even though he’s with Jesus today, my family compares me to him. I look like him. Play the keys like him. And, of course, I often find myself similarly attracted to words.
So there’s the first reason, but here’s the second: it leaves me speechless.
On Wednesday morning, I open my Bible to the beloved scripture and begin reading. Before too long, I sit speechless on my porch. The breeze blows. The sun shines. l feel closer to God than I have for a long time.
And that’s exactly what I crave—His beautiful presence. In fact, even as I write this, my soul longs for that perfect peace. I’m addicted to Jesus.