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Resistance to God

About God - why am I stubborn?  Why do I not obey?  Comply? I keep on asking myself this.  And
keep on not finding the answer.

Not the commandments.  Those are clear.  Thou shall, thou shalt not.  And yes – I flounder even in those – but I am not talking about the commandments now.

I’m talking about the other things, the clear nudgings, the loud messages that come to me from God.  In all manner of ways.

Why do I not obey?  What is obedience?  Submission, “the action of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person”.  Will or authority of God.  Accepting that His wisdom for me is sufficient, His provision for action is sufficient?  That His grace is sufficient? Trusting God? 

Easy words to say.  But how to action them?  Consciously and consistently?

I know submission to Gods way leads to experiences God’s will in my life.  To the living of His planned purpose for me.  His thoughts are not my thoughts, nor his ways my ways, for His are higher than mine [Isaiah 55:8-9]. 

The opposite of obedience.  Disobedience.  Sin.  Is that what I have?  Lucifer, the archangel, the bearer of light, the son of God, fell and became satan – the adversary.  He had that prideful bit that told him that he was mighty and wonderful and he did not have to obey anyone, let alone this so called creator.  Eve too, wanted to will be like God, all-knowing.  Do I have a little of this unsophisticated foolishness, of thinking that the whole key to my life lies in me, myself and I?  An arrogant part of me, that tells me I am all that plus more.  I really should submit myself to God, to enable me to resist the devil [James 4:7].

Or do I hesitate to obey, because I know that submission to God’s will in my life, to His calling will cost me.  That it will hurt.  Will be painful.  A plucking out of the earthly human part of me.  A death to self?  Painful.  I know that the more I will walk into that pain, that struggle, the more I will gain.  For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain [Phillipians 1:21].  And a mind that is on the flesh is hostile to God, for it does not submit to God’s law; indeed, it cannot [Romans 8:7]

I know submission to God is obedience to this purpose.  I know that in submission to Him, comes the confirmation of my next step in this plan.  In the right direction.  That in this submission is my key to unity with him.  In it is that peace, which surpasses all understanding.  In it is the removal of this resistance - resistance to God.



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