Connecting Columbia Union Seventh-day Adventists
- Year of the Bible
I have a bad habit of getting lost. I’ve been lost in grocery stores, malls, parks and even at church. Luke 19:10 reminds me that Jesus loves us so much that He came to save us. And when we get into trouble or when we are lost, He rescues us. He is the real Superman!
Have you ever made a decision that you were uncertain about the outcome? Yet, you took one big leap of faith in God, trusting Him to direct your path?
When I was growing up, a standard part of my week was memory verses. Many of these verses have stayed with me, and they will come to mind when prompted by everyday circumstances. When thinking about this devotional book, I found my thoughts turning to those memory verses from long ago.
I was wrestling with a difficult decision. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no peace. As I was lying in bed weeping over my decision, a friend called me up and said, “Janesta, I was having my devotions, and God told me I should call you.”
If someone were to ask me what the best advice I have ever received was, I would quote this verse. I have learned that the Bible is a guide, a place I can go to learn what I need to do.
Traces of this text can be easily seen in my journey with a God who consistently provides for me and my family beyond which we can ever ask or imagine.
There is a powerful truth that comes through this passage. For reasons not entirely clear, Peter had returned to fishing. In the days after the resurrection, he was an uncertain and insecure individual. What lay ahead, he didn’t know. In denial and cursing Jesus, Peter utterly failed when Jesus needed him most. He may have even thought that his sin and failure eliminated the possibility of ever being used by God again.
When I got to our verse for today, I immediately knew it had the wisdom I needed. I could fret and worry, plan and work late into the night. Or I could trust God with my problem, confident of His love and care. And if I chose the latter, He would put my mind at ease and give me sleep.
I was 2-years-old when part of my finger was cut off. My parents had a boat, and I loved to play on it whenever my dad was working in the house. I was playing one day, when I suddenly fell off, and my finger got stuck in the motor. My dad rushed me to the hospital. My life hasn’t been the same since.
In the afternoon, Ruven, Beth and I went into the water. Shortly after, an undertow began to pull us out to sea. Ruven and Beth held onto their floats and made it back to shore. I, thinking I’d be able to stand, jumped off the float. Fear overwhelmed me as I realized the undercurrent had dragged me close to the 1,000-foot drop, famous for its scuba diving.