Maybe it’s time I go limp and lay my head down like a child.
“Come to Poppa.”
This week especially I’ve found myself falling victim to the stresses of this world, and they are indeed many. I’ve been pulled in many directions and pressed between a rock and a hard place. I’ve even felt my back against the wall with no other option than to trust God. This week He strongly impressed this verse upon my heart.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
In the midst of many changes, I am reminded that my Father makes the way, not me. And though He gives me the wisdom and will to move forward as I choose, in the end, I am powerless in most things. Yet when I can fall into Him in total trust I find my rest. I find peace. I find comfort. I find Poppa.
