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But we trust in Him

   “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.” (Psalm 20:7, ESV)

What makes for a stable life?

Is it wealth and comfort? Is it talent and health? Is it family and friendship?

Well, sure, the answer on this blog is easy. It can't possibly be one of those things. Everyone of them can be taken. The wealthy go bankrupt, comfort is fleeting, the talented suffer injury, the healthy get sick, families fall apart and relationships dissolve.

So what's left?

Like Israel so long ago, every day we are faced with the temptation to trust something else (sometimes anything else!) rather than trusting God. We are tempted to populate our lives with "gods" and abandon the blessing and security of the one true God.

The blessings of the Lord are indeed blessings. Let no one look down on their "chariots" or their "horses." But these blessings should never be used to look away from God, rather each blessing reminds us of our dependence on God. Each blessing reminds us of grace.

We don't need a stable life, we need eternal life. Our stuff and our circumstances don't save, but Christ does.

Keep the world in its place. Trust the One worth trusting.

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