Author: Benjamin

God is our refuge and strength,
a helper who is always found
in times of trouble.
Therefore we will not be afraid,
though the earth trembles
and the mountains topple
into the depths of the seas,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with its turmoil.
~ Psalm 46 (HCSB)

God is always found in times of trouble.

We can know that this is true because it is promised in Psalm 46. Why do some of us need to wait until everything is burning down around us before we will seek Him with all of our heart? I don’t know.

And I don’t have to know why. And neither do you.

The point is that God has made Himself freely accessible to you and to me. We have to learn to refuse the influences that would come against this idea.

The enemy wants us to believe that God will not help us. He wants us to believe that God has abandoned us. He will stop at nothing to convey this idea, but it is a lie nonetheless. God has given us everything. He has opened heaven and beckons us freely to come in and sit down with Him there. We can do it here and now. We can respond to life from this place of rest and power, and only in so doing can we realize our destiny in this world.

No matter what else is going on in your life, no matter what troubles are rising up against your soul…choose to focus on the ever-present availability of God. Make Him your first priority in all things, and you will find that He is faithful. Despite it all, God is faithful.

When something hits you right in the exact place where it can do the most damage…

Right there in the exact middle of your absolute weakest spot…

All of the old things rise up. They offer to protect you, to comfort you. They offer vindication. Your sense of confidence in the love of God seems to fade…

You have to remember who you are. You have to hold onto that knowledge with everything  you’ve got. This storm has more than enough of what it would take to destroy you completely, but destruction is not what God has planned for you. You must cooperate with His plan, and not give in to the pain. You need to trust in Jesus to keep you, because this time it’s too much. You can’t do it on your own. You absolutely cannot. You don’t have the strength. But He does.

God has the strength, and He offers it freely.

He is always with you. He is for you, and not against you.

Everything that would speak contrary to this constitutes that which exalts itself against the knowledge of God.

It’s time to do war now. It’s time to rise up into your place as a manifesting son/daughter of the Living God.

Ignore the pain. It does not have any real power over you. Accept who you are. Be still and know that Yahweh is your Creator and your Deliverer, and that as He is, so are you in this world. Do not back down. Hold your head up. Cry out to Him until you have nothing left, and know that He hears, and He is bringing you through this. You have a future. You have a Father. You are loved by the very Power that holds everything in the entire universe together, and nothing can separate you from this love.

Step away from everything that runs contrary to this pure, unadulterated hope, and refuse it all with your very last drop of strength. God will be faithful. He will restore.

Jesus, I want to believe in your mercy and love as ferociously as I have believed in your holiness and judgment. I want to choose life as strongly as I have feared death.

Fear has come so naturally to me. I’ve not been without bravery, but bravery can only exist because of fear…and I don’t want to be brave, per se. I want to be fearless. I don’t want to white knuckle it. I don’t want to be holding on for dear life. I want love and peace to radiate as freely and naturally from me as light from the Sun. I don’t just want it…I need it.

I feel as though I can’t exist anymore without it. And yet, I know it’s something I already have, and that I need to learn to look past the illusions that dance and threaten…this is something I need to choose to know, something I must consistently decide to want to believe…we can be so fickle, we humans, with our fragile minds and our simple flesh.

Consistency, then, is the key.

Who am I when no one is looking? What kind of a person am I when all hope seems to have fled, and there appears to be nothing left to lose?

I choose to know who you made me to be, and I choose it now and always.

As I wake up this morning, I put aside every impulse and squirrel-seeking function, and I lay myself down at your feet, Jesus. I bring you my tired, frustrated self…I bring you my idol-worshiping, me-obsessed self that is excited to do something else immediately without focusing on you first…I bring you my worries, my cares, my anxieties, and I lay it all down as I come into your presence.

I refuse to listen to the lies that try to convince me otherwise. The enemy would tell me that you don’t have time for me, that I am not good enough, that I am not wholehearted enough, that my desire to walk in your favor is useless…

I know that these are lies. I know it from experience. I know it because you have heard the voice of my supplication a thousand times over, and you do hear it now, and your spirit testifies with my spirit that this is so. I choose to acknowledge your spirit as the source of ultimate and absolute truth, and to deny these other anxieties the right to influence my thoughts.

I come to you in the midst of the greatest pain and distress that I have ever known. Jesus, I have known pain so many times before, and have been intimate with suffering in so many ways, and you know this…but I have never seen this type of anguish. Nothing on this level. It doesn’t diminish with time, not even a little bit. It stays big and bright, and its fire burns just as hot now as it did even two years ago when this whole thing started. It threatens to consume absolutely all of me, to leave nothing behind, to rape and pillage my very last ounce of hope in your mercy…

Even now, your peace wells up within me. It is a peace that defies all else, and flies in the face of conventional wisdom. This is something that can only be known because it has been tasted. It cannot be explained. It cannot be purchased with money or with human effort. It cannot be looked for and discovered in the normal way. It can only be accepted as a gift.

It is the deepest form of anything, the fullest manifestation of the very thing that holds the universe together, and it is being born all over again, right here and now inside this very heart which cries out for reprieve and deliverance from a pain which can only be described in nightmares, and not with words.

This is what it means when it says that you are near to the brokenhearted.

Somehow, the fears and the panic are still an option, but I choose to lay them aside. I choose instead to focus on who you are. I choose to focus on all the different levels of it, which I have known, and on all of the different experiences that I have had of your mercy and grace in my life.

You came to me when I was young, and you stayed with me no matter what I did. I remember kneeling in prayer all those years ago, listening to that song, and I remember being struck by the awareness that I had never in my whole life been so sure of anything as I was of your acceptance and your love right there in that moment. I asked you to lead me and to guide me, and you picked me up out of a place of limitless confusion, and you carried me right into a big, beautiful life that I never could have earned or deserved.

All of these problems that are here with me now, they are temporary. Your love is the only thing that lasts forever, and everything that aligns itself with that love will pass with it into the realm of eternity.

I choose now, here and now, in the middle of this pain, to align myself with this love, even as it swells within me, and I allow it to take me completely over.

I choose to trust this love.

I enter boldly into your throne room, as the warrior poet you intended when you dreamed me up, and I bring my supplication before you. I know who you are, and you are good. I remember back through all the pain and the fire of what has happened, and I look immediately to the now, underneath all the obstructions, beyond every distraction, to what is clear and present, to what is real, and it is you, the very source of all that is love, the very center of all that is good.

I ask that you would silence the voice of every former tyrant master who would try to convince me of the hopelessness of remaining true. I ask that you would do your part in this, and that you would open my eyes fully, beyond every doubt, to see what it is that constitutes my own part. Remove every source of confusion. Make my way plain.

Jesus, unless you help me in this, I have entered into a place of absolute despair. Even so, even in this, I know who you are, and I know you are good. I know you have a plan for my future, and that it is a good plan, and that it involves hope, and peace, and the fullness of every good thing. I know it fleetingly, though. I know it only in part. I know it in a way that becomes altogether insufficient when the storm hits.

I ask you to increase my understanding. Increase my faith.

“Lord, I believe! Help my unbelief!”

You are fashioning a tale of victory through all this. I want my desires to be the same as yours. I am so done with this flesh, with these petty concerns of the soul. Let my deepest convictions be only those that exist in spirit and in truth. Let everything else fall away. Let me come to you freely and fully, without doubt, without fear, and without the voice of the accuser echoing ever in my thoughts.

Cleanse every part of me. Teach me to be clean. Instruct me.

“Then shall I not be ashamed, when I have respect unto all thy commandments!”

I don’t want to struggle against anything that contradicts you. I want those things to simply die. Even so, not my will but yours be done. I ask that you keep me through the storm. Though it rage about me, let me only have your peace in my mind. Let my mind be fixed on you. It is only through you that I am able to do this, “for it is you that work in me, both to will and to do your good pleasure!”

 

As believers, everything we do must be done from the position of rest in the secret place of God. Never underestimate the strength you have in that free, gentle intimacy with God, and never let anyone convince you of anything to the contrary. Real, actual victory over this present darkness can only happen when we are operating out of a center that looks like pure love. God is in love with us, and we should make that pure and simple fact the very basis of each and every move we make.

There are impressions that have been made upon my soul over the years, dark recesses where wounds once took place…and in these places the lies have formed. Fear and anxiety, worry and distrust…all of this wells up from somewhere that seems to be within me, but it’s just an illusion. It is not coming from within me, for You are within me now, and the entire kingdom of God is what would flow freely through every crack and wound in my soul if that realization were ever to be made complete.

I struggle with it, though. For some reason it’s difficult for me to remain steadfast in this confidence that You are for me, that You are with me, that You are madly in love with me, and that we were meant to be amazing together forever.

For some reason, the lies and the pain seem so much more familiar and natural to me. But that is all changing now. Jesus, Your peace is beginning to become my natural habitat, and to seem more normal to me than the things that I came to believe were the real me for all those years.

I rest now in this knowledge, in this perfect assurance of Your good will towards. me. I soak in it. I wait here and allow it to seep into every part of me that still hurts and weeps.

I am Yours, and You are mine.

I want to stay here forever…and the beauty of it is, I never have to leave.

God, you are everywhere. You see all of me. Every part. There is nothing that I can hide from you, and I repent for ever trying. I repent for holding things in myself back from you. Part of me seems certain that you are a big, angry monster with a huge stick, just waiting to beat me with it once I’ve screwed up badly enough. The Spirit testifies with my spirit that this is not the case, and tells me that’s not who you are, but it still seems so real, the parts of me that have those ideas impressed upon them, programmed into them. I bring you all of these confusions and complications, and I choose to focus on the real you, no matter what my feelings try to tell me.

There is a whole different dimension where this focusing happens. It’s like I’m looking at you with a different set of eyes or something. Maybe it’s my spirit’s eyes. I don’t know. All I know for sure is that I can choose to simply ask myself at any given moment, “What would the Christ in me do in response to this pain, in response to this fear? How does the Christ in me want me to choose my thoughts and actions in this particular case?”

I remember before I knew you. I had a conscience, sure, just like everyone else, and there was a deep down piece of me that “knew better” with regards to a thousand different things. But once I asked you to come into my life and to save me…once I reached out to you, Jesus, and gave myself to you, I was suddenly awake in a way that was so deep that I didn’t even have the ability to be aware of it, mostly. My flesh was still who I thought I was, and the voice of the Spirit was a completely new thing.

I began to be certain that you wanted me to change things about the way I was living, and I knew that this would require a lot of me, but somehow I wasn’t worried about it. I felt you assuring me that you would take care of it all, if only I stayed on track and followed your voice. Still, though, there was this altogether lighthearted assurance…

When you did begin to lead me into those places of change, I fought it tooth and nail at first. Every demon that had ever been attached to my life wrestled and screamed with all its might, and strove to pry me out of your hand. I did my best to go along with all that, too, but you reached right down and spoke to me so clearly. You told me in no uncertain terms what I needed to do, and where you wanted me to go.

It’s been a long time since then, and it is embarrassing to me how closely the more recent parts of my journey with you have resembled these initial sputterings. I am so thankful that you’ve not let me go, that you have not left me or forsaken me, even though I’ve been anything but faithful to you. I don’t want to delay any more. I don’t want to hold anything back any more. I press into you now with an expectation and a hope for all things to be made new, for my spirit to come into its correct place of complete headship over each and every part of my life.

I come to you here and now, just as I am, and I render full and complete obedience to you in that I accept your love and forgiveness as being complete, your atonement to be perfect, and that your acceptance of me has been final since that place in eternity where I died in Christ and rose again.

Jesus, right here and now, at the point of absolute pain, I come to you. I ask You for help. I’m still not totally sure exactly how this whole thing is supposed to work, but right now I do know one thing: I am in more trouble than I’ve ever been in my entire life. My soul is absolutely crushed. I am thinking about suicide, and not in that dreamy, flirtatious way; I’m actually thinking about how this needs to end, and my mind is lashing out all over the place, trying to wrap itself around just what exactly this is, and what it would look like for this to not stop… and the struggle is just too great. I can’t do it. I need some kind of miracle. It’s just the way it is.

Yet here I am, in the midst of it all, and the only thing to actually do is to drink deep of the fountain, to plunge all the way into the river. Nowhere else to go now. Everything else is on fire. Only you have the words of life. Only here do I find the actual water of life.

Even here and now, in the midst of all this, all things are working together for good. All this thing is doing is pushing me farther and farther into a place where I hate sin and thirst for God more than ever before.

God is saying, “I know the plans I have for you…to give you a future and a hope…” Jesus says, “In the world you will have trouble, but hang loose; I have overcome the world!” John wrote, “Greater is He that is in you than he that lives in the world.”

The circumstances of your life right now might look like anything but the inroad to a good, happy future. God has promised you just such a future in Him, though, so look to that and don’t be discouraged or distracted by the way things are. Coose to trust Him in the process. You might be a mess right now, but choose to trust trust him with your mess, and believe that in His own time, and in his own way, He will craft your life into the future He has promised.