Mighty Ways & Weak Dust

When we are the weakest, we can receive our greatest strength. For the past few days, I have delighted in another touch from God, and quivered in fear of the “what if’s” of life. I called out to a friend for prayer, and this morning received a wonderful word from God through her, my mentor, Vonda Skelton. God had given her scripture and prayer to share with me. Isn’t God the best?

“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. “The rain and snow come down from the heavens and stay on the ground to water the earth. They cause the grain to grow, producing seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry. It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it. You will live in joy and peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands!^[1] (Is. 55:8-12, NLT)

Dust trembles, shuffles, then travels on the wind. I am dust, an earthen vessel, broken and shattered to dust. A frail nothing in light of God’s presence.

God’s mighty ways, his plans, his thoughts are powerful, perfect, and superior. His Word, Jesus, is not empty, impotent, or incapable. He brings life to dust.

He makes me—leads me on in joy, forward in peace, and my eyes see his glory break forth in praise. What was once useless and trampled upon becomes a imperfect container for unspeakable treasure. Because of my Jesus, I am . . . Yes, that’s it! Because He is, I am _____. (Fill in the blank) We are everything God calls us. I am dirt on my own. But in him, I am all I need to be: I am sufficient in him. I am powerful in purpose. I am joyful in his presence. I will sing his praise as only dirt and rocks can!

Thank you, God, for hearts of flesh to share this life and your presence with. Thank you, Vonda, for sharing.

Blessings,

Robin