Frank R Molver (18 March 2006)
"Surrender to God's knife."


I have notided when there is a certain pattern in our life that always seems to cause frustration God may be speaking to us in this issue. Since it never goes away it may be there is an internal issue in us that God desires to remove. When I become angry and impatient then impulsive I bear the fruit of my labors. I can not see why I am that way. I may be able to notice these flaws in my family history, but that does not make it go away. I can not extricate from myself something of internal nature that I recognize but do not see the roots thereof. Only God can see what is of me and what is of his spirit. Like it says in Hebrews 4, "The sword of the spirit", can divide the sould and the spirit, he discernes the thoughts and even the intentions of our hearts.
 
I can supress these things that bother me, and should, but only God can deliver me. If I yield to the nudgings of His spirit I will surrender my souls right to be irritated, to be in control. I guess being in control is the big issue. It kind of reminds me of a person deciding to have surgery. The problem becomes so threatening to ones life that drastic measures requiring a removal by knife must be undertaken. That person must surrender his will to that surgeon, he will have no control of what goes on with his body when he is under anesthesia. He must totaly trust that surgeon. So to it is with God.
 
The pain of letting go. The joy of finding peace. When I am irritable the soul is in control. When I am at peace it is the spirit that rules. The anger stews and rages like a hormone storm, I do not bid its wishes. I wait patiently on the Lord through the storm. I wait for my deliverer to bring me back into a safe harbor. I take baby steps, holding his hand through the rough terrain. I do not want to pass that way again. I give you my right to be bitter, irritable, angry and fearfull. I want your peace, I want to lay down in green pastures.  Though I can not see or understand the things in my life, I trust you, I yield to your discipline. Lord I surrender to your knife.