What’s Your Isaac?

We all have at least one. An Isaac. Something we hold onto so tightly that we might be willing to turn our backs on God if following Him meant losing it. Never mind that God is the one who gave it to us in the first place.

I’ll tell you mine. It can be summed up in 3 warm and fuzzy words: The American Dream.262073_10150705708625077_1219432_n

The American Dream. To me, that brings a sunshiny image to my mind of a beautiful home, steady pay, homemade lasagna, well-fed children trotting off to school every morning, play dates, trips to the park, family vacations, school plays, chocolate chip cookies, a vibrant and busy church, friends to chat over coffee with, four seasons, and barbecues in a big yard that smells like fresh-cut grass.

280702_10150705782265077_7897024_oIt’s all I’ve ever wanted, really. And it’s a nice dream. I’m blessed to have been born in a country where such dreams are possible.

I loved this dream. This Isaac. So much. But I had to give it back to God recently. It was hard.

But so worth it.

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“God, I’ll do anything you want–as long as I can have my American dream too.”

I want you to move to another country.

“Ok, Lord, I’ll go anywhere you lead us and I’ll even be happy about it–just let me have a decent house.”

It might not be a decent house. It might be tiny and ugly and have bars on the windows.

“Alright. As long as our family is healthy and safe, that is enough.”

I am not promising you health. I am not guaranteeing you safety.

“But that’s not my dream.”

I am bigger than your dream.

“You gave me this country.”

I will be your home.

“You gave me this family.”

They are mine.

“I’m not strong enough.”

You don’t have to be.

“I am not enough for this task.”

I AM. 

“I am not worthy of this task.”

I AM. 

“Yes, Lord, you are.”

IMG_7410Revelation 4:11

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power; for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.