When God Says, “I Will”
Well, glory be, friend, slip through that creaky ol’ garden gate, follow the flower-lined path and smell of fresh brewed coffee, and come rest your weary bones on this ol’ front porch before your worries start multiplyin’ like lil’ rabbits hidin’ beneath the toolshed. Some troubles look so big they can make us feel like a lil’ banty rooster starin’ up at a dark thundercloud, wonderin’ what in creation we’re supposed to do about it. Then, God speaks in Jeremiah 15:21 saying, “And I will deliver thee out of the hand of the wicked, and I will redeem thee out of the hand of the terrible.” Two little words settle the whole matter: “I will.”
Not “you might.” Not “if you’re strong enough.” God says, “I will deliver... I will redeem.”
Mercy, that’ll take some real weight right off a soul.
We have a habit of countin’ our resources like a lil’ ol’ squirrel checkin’ its last three acorns before winter. We plum measure our strength, our money, our connections, and every possible escape route. Meanwhile, God is remindin’ us that deliverance rests first in His hands.
That’s why 2 Chronicles 20:15 brings such comfort to us sayin’, “The battle is not yours, but God’s.” Sometimes faith plum means workin’ faithfully. Other times it means quit flappin’ around like a lil’ ol’ chicken trapped in the washhouse and lettin’ God be exactly who He is: God.
People can sho’-nuff’ help us, and we ought to be plum thankin’ the Lord for ‘em. But even the strongest human shoulder can git to wobblin’. God’s never does any kind of wobblin’. When He promises to redeem, no enemy is too fierce, no circumstance too tangled, and no wilderness too thick for Him to enter.
Our part ain’t to manufacture rescue. Our part is to downright be stayin’ real faithful while trustin’ the One that said, “I will.”
Father, when fear makes me count my weaknesses instead of remembering Your strength, turn my heart back to Your promises. Help me stand faithfully, trust Your power, and rest in the assurance that You are my Deliverer and Redeemer. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Now, friend, tuck that promise down deep and head right on back toward your day like a ol’ riverboat that sho’-nuff’ knows the current’s carryin’ it home. Don’t be draggin’ tomorrow’s trouble behind you like a lil’ ol’ stubborn goat tied to a washtub. When fear starts hollerin’ from the woods, answer it with God’s own words: “I will.” The Lord has never needed your strength to prove His own strength, and He sho’-nuff’ ain’t about to start that today either.
With joy,
Gwen
