Have you ever said or felt this: “I’m at the end of my rope.”
- Is it comfortable there? No.
- Is it where we strive to be? No usually.
- How long is your rope? Probably not long enough.
Question: Why don’t we live our lives on big wide fields of freshly cut green fescue instead of ropes?
Here’s what I think: We don’t end up trusting God in a comfy pasture of green. He puts us on ropes [with ends] to teach us to trust him. Yes, pastures are nice, and God blesses us with those for a season (Ps 23:2). But he doesn’t keep us there, not yet at least…
Are you on a rope or in a field today?