“You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples” Psa. 77:13-14
God has done miracle after miracle in my life, but when it gets hard around here my attention can quickly go to anything but worshiping God. Like the Israelites of old who grumbled in the wilderness right after being rescued from slavery, I forget all He’s done for me, all the times He was faithful, and instead turn my gaze from Him to my problems, my cravings, my disappointments.
The idea of offering myself as a sacrifice of worship takes on new meaning for me tonight. My emotions. My cravings. My focus. Sacrificed as a choice to worship, to believe, to surrender to the God who performs miracles.
I just saw a verse on my friend Margie’s wall, “‘I, your GOD, have a firm grip on you and I’m not letting go. I’m telling you, “Don’t panic. I’m right here to help you.'” (Isaiah 41:13 MSG)
It humbles me further. THAT is the heart of my God. He doesn’t want me panicking, looking to food or security or success or anything that will never satisfy me. He has me in his hand.
He has you, too.
A God like that is worthy of the sacrifice of worship.
What about you? Has God done miracles in your life? How do you feel about sacrificing the cravings as an act of worship? Where in your life do you need to remember that He has you in his hands?