“I, even I, am HE who comforts you
Who are you…that you have forgotten the LORD your Maker,
Who s t r e t c h e d out the heavens
and laid out the foundations of the earth,
That you fear continually all day long
because of the fury of the oppressor,
as he makes ready to destroy?
…The exile will soon be set free, and will not die in the dungeon, nor will his bread be lacking.
For I am the LORD your God,
who stirs up the sea and its waves roar
(the LORD of hosts is His name)
I have put My words in your mouth and have covered you with the shadow of my hand…
‘You are My people.'”
(Isaiah 51:11e, 12a, 13-16)
God placed these words on the tongue of Isaiah, His prophet. Isaiah speaks directly to Israelites – God’s chosen people.
In a study I was part of last year, we began differentiating between promises that are universally applied to each believer by the recording of Scripture, and the promises that were specific and unique for a man, woman or group in biblical history which would not necessarily apply to you or I today. (Example: God telling Abraham his descendants would outnumber the stars, isn’t a promise I can claim for myself and my future family directly. Yet the promise in Philippians 1:6, “that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus” I believe is meant for all of us who declare Jesus as Lord and Savior.)
Without getting too much into theological query, I bring this point up because when I read passages like the one in Isaiah, I believe I’m allowed to find personal comfort in this. I believe the Spirit chooses to reveal more of The Father’s blessing, truth and will through the power of His word. I am not an Israelite. I am not a direct descendant of Abraham. Yet though I proclaim my need for a Savior, and because I have put my hope and faith in my Creator, His Son, and His Spirit, I am now adopted into His chosen people. (Romans 8:14-17
) Each of us who calls Him Abba, Father, become heirs.
I am abundantly sidetracked in my weariness. I pull the blankets of confusion and fear tightly over my head and bury deep between the sheets. I tremble in the unknown and have become the immobile. Rather than continue each step on the pebbled path of the narrow road marked for me, I cower to the ground, gather my knees up to my chest, and rock back and forth – letting fright disable.
I need Him.
I need to surrender.
I need to throw off the cloaks of the hindering terror.
I am His people. I will not die in the dungeon of an uncertain future. My bread has never been lacking. Be it manna or milk – I am given sufficient grace every single day.
Beth Moore educated me that the most repetitive command God gives His people in the ENTIRE stretch of Scripture is “Do not fear!”
So it must not just be me then? Everyone fears, right? I know Joshua and I are kindred spirits in that. How much my Father has been having to tell me “Be strong and courageous”. For He is ever-present.
So, I will go to my King, in search of more courage. I, a cowardly lioness. He, my merciful Maker, reminding me that I will always have His strength surging inside of me, by His Comforter, Counselor – Holy Spirit.
I take His promise as mine to receive. I take His love as mine to wear.
I take His forgiveness as mine to so desperately and repeatedly need.