When I was a kid in Tennessee, we loved to play Cowboys and Indians. One day, I was a Cowboy and
got shot, so I did the honorable thing and lay down pretending I was dead.
Unfortunately I lay on an ant hill. My death was short lived, for I jumped up rather
quickly and began the dance of my life. The ants were everywhere they should not have
been and I was bound and determined to get them off of me and out of my clothes
as quickly as possible.
It was not a pretty sight. I had ants in my pants. Ug!
Don’t you hate ants in your pants?
Ever had doubts? Frederick Buechner says this about that.
“Doubts
are like ants in the pants.”
~Frederick
Buechner
God has me in a grip of “who do you trust”
in these days. I sometimes boldly
confess “I trust you God” and the
next day the fears come, along with doubt, and I cry out, “Okay God, some things are coming up and I’m gonna need this, and this
and this. Are you there?”
Inside I imagine I’m doing my little
dance jig like I mentioned above. All
the while, God is watching, probably smiling to Himself, and trying to say to
me, “Hold on there son. I've got this.”
And along comes the answer, or the
deposit, or the idea or whatever it was I needed.
This trust thing is sometimes hard
work. Our human nature says “go, do,
build, work hard, call, worry, fret, and stew.”
And God?
He only says, TRUST!
T R U S T ! ! !
What exactly are we trusting when He
answers us in this way?
…His goodness
…His watchful eye
…His steady hand on the wheel of our
lives
…His abundance
…His ability to meet every need
And above all, we trust His consistency.
Here is my paraphrase:
“I have
been young, and now, not so young, however, HOWEVER, never have I seen the
child of God abandoned or his descendants begging for bread.”
This, my friend, is the remedy for ants
in your pants.
He really is worthy of our trust.
Always has been.
Always will be!
P Michael
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