‘As God is my witness….’
People sometimes say that to assert their innocence or to show they really mean what they are about to say.
God is their witness. He is privy to everything we do and think. He knows the secrets in our hearts.
God knows when you’re hurting, when things aren’t fair, when you are so stressed with balancing stuff that you don’t have any head space left. Maybe you’ve witnessed something you wish you hadn’t.
If you are weary and feeling heavy with all the burdens you’re carrying, Jesus says: ‘Come.’
‘Come to Me, and I will give you rest.’
God isn’t a cold-hearted witness. He heals and restores, He mends broken hearts, He bandages wounds. He gives hope and peace and joy.
God is nice, and He likes you.
Day eight’s word prompt for Lent is MIGHTY.
For me, the word mighty conjures up mountains, high seas, a knight in armour, a white charger snorting for battle.
All of these were created by the one whose name is Mighty.
On days like today when I’m tired, a bit stressed and generally out-of-sorts, I want someone who is bigger than me to turn to. I need someone wiser than me, who is never stumped or in a mood, who is always consistent and knows what to do. This Mighty One invites me to come to Him and give him my rubbish and mess so that He can give me His rightness and peace and joy. It’s a great deal.
This painting of Britain’s Lake District by my dad is a powerful reminder that my help comes from the Mighty One who created them both.