I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
Not Afraid of Being Used
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Hi Friends, It’s fascinating how music sticks with us. A song has to be the most powerful form of communication. (I mean, when’s the last time you heard someone say, “I have a sentence stuck in my head!”) All that to say, I have a chorus stuck in my head that I sang years ago. The words are in bold, and below that are a few thoughts. Jesus, You are my drink Sometimes as Christians we are slow to be needy of God. We rightly want to worship Him for who He is. His worth, His glory, Him first. And we are sometimes hesitant to be very needy of Him. Worried we may treat Him as a vending machine—punch these buttons, get what you’re looking for. But I don’t think God is nearly so worried about this as we are. In some ways, He’s standing there, all provision in His hand, shouting, “Come! What do you need? Ask! I can’t wait to give!” He’s not afraid of being “used”. He made hunger, He made thirst, so that we would be drawn to Him as the bread of life and the living water. He does not condemn us when we feel paralyzed with fear. Instead, He offers Himself as the One who sings songs of deliverance in the night. He is not angry when we have overworked, under-communed, and find ourselves once again at a distance. Instead, He stretches out steady hands to trade our unbearable burden for His easy yoke. Yes, there is a condition. You can’t buy it. You can’t earn it on good behavior. Your money is no good here. He’s not looking for equal returns. He says it’s free. No money, no cost, just come and ask. He can’t wait to give. Isn’t He good? — Anna |
Anna Blanc
I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
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