Fearing Facing God

Why do you fear Me?  I heard a soft voice speak to my spirit.

It’s not easy for me to confront anyone about anything.  For me, it is often an impossible task and I can talk myself out of it pretty quick.  But, when a relationship is important and valuable, the need to confront someone could occur.  For no matter what that relationship is – friendship, marriage, child to parent/parent to child, employee to employer, etc. – there will be struggles, misunderstandings and disagreements.  It is these things that can grow a deep bond between two individuals, at any level, or if left unattended, dig a deep chasm.  This is also true with God.

There have been times when I have not agreed with the decisions that God has made for me.  He says “Wait” and I ask, “Why?”  Why is not a forbidden question, but the motive in which we ask can definitely expose the condition of our hearts.  Sometimes we want things done differently.  We want salvation to come to our loved ones NOW.  God says “Wait”.  “For what?!” we ask.  I have learned that waiting is better than getting things done according to my time frame.  Sometimes I have wanted something so badly that I have convinced myself that God must be agreeing with me only to find out that I was wrong.

Confronting God seems like an oxymoron itself and yet, there are examples of it occurring within the pages of the Bible.  Christ Himself confronted God by saying, “…if it is possible let this cup pass from Me…”   I think the problem I have with confronting someone is not the action itself, but the misunderstanding of what it means.

Confronting someone is to face up to them, meet with them, deal with them or the situation.  It does not carry with it a negative connotation unless it becomes a confrontation, at which point meeting with the person has may have become an ugly situation.

A few years back, a friend confronted me with her concerns about our friendship.  It did not turn into a confrontation.  Jesus confronted His father.  He desired one thing and presented it to Him.  But it must be noted that He did it with reverence and respect and a willingness to do what was best, even if that meant it wasn’t what He’d choose foremost.

“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as Thou wilt.”

Respect.  He recognized that His father’s will was best, that His father knew best and so yes, He expressed His desire but added, “…if it’s possible…”  He confronted God with the desire of His heart.  Ultimately, however, His greatest desire was to do the will of His father, even if it cost Him his life.

It is interesting to think about the word ‘confront’.  If you were to take the first part of the word ‘con’, in Spanish it means ‘with’.  Put it with ‘front’, it means ‘with front’ or, in my mind, to stand before.  (And granted, my mind works a lot differently than most.)

So, if confronting God is merely meeting with Him, face to face, dealing with what He has asked or allowed, than why would I fear Him?  Perhaps the fear comes from a heart that does not have pure motives.  Perhaps the reasons I come to Him with certain requests are selfish.  Perhaps I need to examine the reasons behind my requests.

Sometimes I think we get confused as to whether what we ask for is God’s will or just our fleshly desires.  I once heard a pastor on a radio station speak on praying God’s will.  He said that if we are asking from a pure heart, with unselfish motives and can see no reason why what we ask for would not further the kingdom in some way, than we should ask with a heart of expectancy and trust.  This does not mean God will ultimately answer according to our desire but we are praying for the will of God to the best of our ability.

Does God desire to see us healed?  Is that too little to meet with Him face to face about?  I often think it is easier to ask for others what we won’t ask for ourselves.  I believe God’s heart has been broken more often than we could ever imagine ours have been or will be.  He shares our sorrows.  He understands them.  So when we come to Him with a broken heart, with discouragement and disappointment ravaging our innermost beings, our dreams having been shattered and we are ready to give up, He understands.  We can come to Him, face to face and when we cry and weep – when we pound our fists and want to scream – He pulls us closer, holds us tighter and says, “I was waiting for you.”

Fear is healthy when it is within the right context.  God himself teaches us to fear Him.  This is because of who He is – holy.  This is because of what He can do – anything He desires.  We are to fear Him with a holy fear, not be afraid of him like a whipped puppy.  He is powerful. He is mighty.  He is just.  And, He is loving and merciful.  One thing He is not – mean.

Why do you fear me?, He asked.

I went home and in the quietness of my living room, asked His forgiveness.  There is no reason to be afraid to confront our heavenly Father.  He loves us more than we’ll ever be able to comprehend and if our motives are pure, if our requests are asked according to His will, then we should be able to ask anything, knowing that He is listening and is ready to meet with us face to face, with open arms, without fear.  He’s waiting. Are you ready?

Writing for Him,

Sherri

Comments:

Elisha Henry Millan That was very good. I’m going to share on my page. The part about praying for healing really struck me. I never pray for my own healing, as I know there is no cure, but I often pray for the speedy recovery and pray for the comfort of others, even if their ailment is not curable. I need to think on this.

Welcome To Medford

comp-dsc03440Several years ago I attended a conference where the speaker read an article someone had written entitled, “Welcome to Holland”. It was about planning to go somewhere and ending up somewhere else – somewhere you never intended to go. It was a parody on life itself.

I’ve taken the idea and changed it just a tad bit…

Life is a journey, filled with a bunch of little side roads and forks in the road that we have the options of taking or not. One fork says ‘Marriage this way’ while the other says, ‘Stay single’. Another might say, ‘Large family’ versus ‘No kids’. Still another, ‘Take the promotion’ or ‘Stay put’. Life is like planning a vacation to somewhere like… France. You buy the tourist books, language books, and more. You begin to plan. Lists of all the famous attractions – the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, a Moulin Rouge Show and more. You even check out the local library’s issue of “How to Learn French in Ten Days”.

You are beside yourself with excitement. You’ve spent nearly every waking moment thinking about this trip. Hours, days, weeks, months and the day has come. Your bags are packed with everything that will make this trip a trip to remember. A once in a lifetime experience.

Early the next morning, you shower and dress, pick up your bags with all the airline-approved size toiletries, and head to the airport. You meander through security checkpoints, not setting off any alarms and finally, it’s time to board. You get as comfortable as possible for the long ride. Finally, an announcement comes over the speaker and the flight attendant tells you that the seatbelt restrictions have been removed and you may now deplane and “Oh, and welcome to Medford!”

Wait.

What did she just say?

Everyone’s almost off and you tag behind to verify, though you,re sure she’s made a mistake.

The attendant is standing at the door and you ask, “Medford?”

“Yes, enjoy your stay.”

“What do you mean, Medford? I was going to France. I paid to see France. I’ve spent my whole life, preparing for France.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, “but we’re in Medford.”

What you need to remember at this point is, you haven’t landed in a war-torn country, a famine stricken nation, or a city in the aftermath of an earthquake or flood . There is no famine. There is no disease. There are no hurricanes or tornadoes. You’re just in a different place.

Now, you’ll need new guide books, which are conveniently located at the information center next to a quaint little country store. And fortunately, the people speak your native tongue, English, so that’s one advantage. You’re also going to meet a whole bunch of new people that you wouldn’t have met if you had gone to France.

Medford isn’t France, it’s just a different place you’ve found yourself in. Just like life. It’s certainly a different marriage than you envisioned, a different college, definitely a different kind of retirement. Your kids are even different than you imagined – they aren’t perfect and they may have gone a different path than you had hoped. Moving out on your own isn’t as glamorous as you once dreamed. The first boyfriend wasn’t exactly Prince Charming.

This life you’re living here in Medford is slower paced than that trip you had planned to France and it is certainly less flashy. But, after you’ve been there a while, you catch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Medford has lakes and mountains. It has a big, beautiful rose garden in the south of town. Medford has friendly people and lots of parks. Medford is suitable for growing many varieties of plants not conducive to colder climates you’ve been to. Medford even has a really good pizza place.

But, it seems as if everyone you know is busy coming to and from their ‘France’ – that place that you had always dreamed of being and maybe even spending the rest of your life. They’re bragging about the wonderful life they’re living there or at least the wonderful time they’re having as they visit. And for the rest of your life you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

The thing is – life just doesn’t go the way we plan. Dreams often get lost in the living of our lives and the pain of losing those dreams we dreamed is extremely significant. However, if the rest of your life is spent bemoaning the fact that you landed in Medford instead of Paris and you spend the rest of your life bemoaning the fact that you didn’t sign up for all of the pain and sorrow along the way – than you may never be free to enjoy the wonderful things about Medford. Or shall we say – your life.

Welcome to your Medford. You’re right where God wants you to be.