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Just Say The Word


"Be pointed. Be persistent. Be patient. But pray."
(Ruth Bell Graham)

Good advice for starting out this year. In spite of how things are or aren't, I need to trust that God is in control. He knows where I'm at and where I'm going. Nothing that happens today or tomorrow catches Him off guard. I should approach my days, with the confidence of the Roman centurion, who sought for Jesus to heal his favored servant. He sent his message to the Galilean Rabbi, "just say the word." He really did not mean to trouble the Master in coming to his home, and being a man of authority himself, he knew that the word of Jesus would be enough. And so it was, for when the centurion's messengers returned they found the servant restored to good health. Jesus marveled at the soldier's faith to trust His word alone, even those from a religious background seemed to lack that simple hope.

As I live by faith, never having seen Jesus, nor hearing His voice, touching His garment, nor shaking His hand, or sharing a meal with Him, I can still confidently say with all the unknowns in my life, "just say the word, Lord." His word is what He's left me, and I can trust that it's enough.

"Jesus said to him, 'Because you have seen Me, have you believed? Blessed are they who did not see, and yet believed."
(John 20:29)









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