Clang Clang Clang.
I am a clanging cymbal. Without God’s help, I can’t produce true
love or compassion. I often say something offensive or silly when I go about
caring in my own way. I miss the important insight. Later on, I look back and
see that the very thing I needed to do was left undone.
That goes for loving God, too. Without His help I give up on trying to love,
or I get tired, or angry, or distracted, or confused, or judgmental. When I
hear that God’s Word encourages me to love Him with all my heart, soul, mind,
and strength, I feel perplexed. How will I ever do that? He will help me. He enables me to love Him
and others. When I view God as demanding because He asks me to love Him with
all my heart, I need to remember that He wants me to ask for help
in the loving. I have no love. I have nothing to give on my own. God is thawing
my heart, enabling me to care and to love. I must follow those promptings that direct
me to hear His voice and see the path. "Don’t criticize.
Look deeper. She is scared and wounded. That is why she responds with such anger.
Don’t fear. He is rejecting help because He is afraid."
Truth comes at the perfect time. It is no coincidence.
