Here I Am :: Quietly Through Thursday Link-up #23

Now it came to pass after these things that God tested Abraham, and said to him, “Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.”

Then He said, “Take now your son, your only son Issac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”

So Abraham rose early in the morning and saddled his donkey, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son; and he split the wood for the burnt offering, and arose and went to the place which God had told him. ~ Genesis 22:1-3

Here I am.

Here I am.

God called Abraham’s name and Abraham simply responded: “Here I am.” As in, “Here I am. See me. I am ready to obey. What would you have me do, Lord?”

And he meant it.

How do we know Abraham meant it? Because he actually obeyed. He actually took Isaac up and the mountain and prepared to do the unthinkable as a parent — sacrifice his only son.

We know the end of the story. The Lord spares Isaac. It was just a test. Abraham never had to bring down the knife.

But in that moment Abraham didn’t know. He didn’t know. All he knew was what the Lord had told him to do.

So he did it.

Abraham was human, just as you and I are. And being human I am sure he suffered sorrow at the thought of losing his b, at the thought of being the one to take his son’s life. Yet he did it. Not because he was a mindless robot. Not because he felt indifferent, no pain. Not because it was simple or easy, but because He had faith.

Abraham trusted God. He believed Him. He knew that God had given him a promise — a promise that Abraham would see his descendants multiplied through Isaac — and that God would keep His promise.

So often I claim to faith in God. I claim to trust in His goodness. I claim that I believe His word is never changing. And then when it comes time to live out my faith — to make the decision to obey or disobey — I doubt. I fake wonder, “Was that really God speaking? Did He really just ask me to do that? Maybe I should wait for a sign.”

How little faith I have! Oh, how I doubt! How I disobey and pretend my disobedience is confusion or unclear direction from God.

When will I ever learn to simply, honestly, truly say, “Here I am.”

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Lord, here I am wanting to want to obey. Wanting to fully trust You. Wanting to believe your every word. Here I am God. See me with all my flaws. I know you see me with all my flaws. Yet you still call me, God. Still know my name, speak my name, call my name. Here I am God. Here is my faith and my lack of it. Forgive me for my doubt and disobedience. Cleanse me of my doubt and disobedience. You are my one true hope. In the name of your Son I pray. Amen


Friends,

This post was written while reading quietly through God’s Word. A few ladies and I just started (again) Quietly Through the Bible: two-year reading plan. Want to join us?

Only by grace,

Kelli


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8 comments

  1. “How I disobey and pretend my disobedience is confusion or unclear direction from God.” Ouch!
    Ooh conviction. I am guilty of this behavior. Oh to be like Abraham, and have this kind of faith!
    Thanks for the link-up! And the convicting Word today! 🙂

  2. One of the issues we have today is the unwillingness to be interrupted. We just make our plans and head out the door, never bothering to look to the right or left to see if there’s something else that God wants us to do instead. But basically everyone in scripture -including Abraham- who was used by God allowed their plans to be interrupted to pursue the more important goal of following the Lord.

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