Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you. – Psalm 37:5

Sunday morning, in Bible class, we were reading the account of Moses striking the rock for water to come forth. It was the first time, when God had instructed him to strike the rock in front of the elders.

While they were still resting at that place, an enemy army came against them. Moses promised to stand with the “rod of God” in hand during the battle.

And Moses said to Joshua, “Choose us some men and go out, fight with Amalek. Tomorrow I will stand on the top of the hill with the rod of God in my hand.” – Exodus 17:9

I have to admit, when we got to that one phrase, I missed out on a few minutes of class discussion, due to being caught up contemplating the amount of surrender and humility that Moses showed when he referred to this powerful staff as having nothing whatsoever to do with him.

The man had stood up to Pharaoh. He had convinced the Israelites to run for freedom. Moses held the staff and struck the Red Sea when God parted it to provide dry land for a crossing. He was about to hold his arms up for so long, holding this very rod during battle, that his peers had to hold his arms up for him.

Did Moses play a role? Only in that he surrendered himself as an instrument of the true and living God. But who among us can say that if we held that much power in our hands, if people looked to us for every communication with the Lord, if our participation was a required thing… how many of us would refer to the rod as anything but ours?

Moses recognized that all power, glory and honor belongs to the Lord. He spoke and acted in such a way as to remind others.

Do I?

In this space here, this haven and refuge of mine (and I hope yours, as well), do I recognize what Moses did?

Instead of referring to this as “my blog” or “my writing” or “my books”, I want to remember that they belong to God. All glory and honor goes directly to Him. I could do nothing, not one single thing, without Christ. And that includes this.

Dear Lord, please forgive me for the times that I claim this, Your work, as my own. I dedicate each word that is typed in this space to You, the only King. May it bring You glory and honor which are due You. Thank You for choosing me as an instrument. May I remain humble and surrendered. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…

 

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Shelly