Day 4: A 31 day journey into seeking God’s Wisdom
Welcome to Day 4 of a deeper, more meaningful relationship with your Creator God
I just love Proberbs 3 because it really describes the God of the world as our father and brings such comfort that He is always there for me – for you – for each one of His children.
I have recently found myself in a bit of a predicament, through my own actions and decisions, and have been praying to God to give me a sign and to help lead me out of it. I have been praying feverently about this while looking for signs and solutions on my own. So what really hit home for me yesterday was verse 5: "Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding." Through my 2nd reading and meditation of Proverbs 3, this verse really spoke to my heart, telling me that it was time for me to stop asking for the same thing, over and over, and start trusting that He has heard and will take care of it for me. Further, verse 6 reads that " In all your ways know, recognize, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths." Again He promises that if all I do is trust, then He will take care of it. Verses 11 and 12 then goes on to read "My son, do not despise or shrink from the chastening of the Lord [His correction by punishment or by subjection to suffering or trial]; neither be weary of or impatient about or loathe or abhor His reproof. For whom the Lord loves He corrects, even as a father corrects the son in whom he delights."
Proverbs 3 brought to mind a beautiful story called "Broken Dreams" by Margeret Fishback Powers, author of the infamous and inspiring "Footprints" poem (and if you don't know Margaret's full, heart wrenching, tear jerking, God loving story, you can read it here…… )
Here is that beautiful poem I learned so long ago and still recite, whenever I need reminding that God will take care of my needs…
Broken Dreams:
As children brought their broken toys
With tears for me to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because he was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With thoughts that were my own.
Soon I snatched them back and sobbed,
Why are you so slow?
My precious child, he gently sighed,
What could I do? You never did let go.
~ Margaret Fishback Powers








