My wife just shared this devotional with me. It’s from Joyce Meyer, and wow, is it so true! Be encouraged!

Let God Be God of the Present

Some trust in and boast of chariots and some of horses, but we will trust in and boast of the name of the Lord our God.

There are many facets of faith. The most brilliant facet, however, is trust!

Trust is something we have, and we decide what to do with it. We decide in whom or in what to put our trust.

We must remember Who delivered us in the past and know Who will deliver us in current troubles, then take our trust and put it in the right place, which is in God alone.

Trust has certain identifying characters. Trust is not upset, because it has entered into God’s rest. Trust is not confused, because it has no need to lean to its own understanding. Trust does not indulge in carnal reasoning, it lets God be God.

In whom have you placed your trust? In what have you placed your trust? Is your trust in your job, employer, bank account, natural talents, or friends?

Perhaps your trust is in yourself, your past record of successes, education, or possessions. All of these things are temporal. They are subject to change. Only the Lord changes not. He alone is the Rock that cannot be moved.

Choose to place your trust in God. It requires a greater faith, but it pays outstanding dividends.

Say This: “I trust in the Lord with all of my heart and mind. I will not rely on my own insight or understanding.”

“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”

You’ve got to think about “big things”
while you’re doing small things,
so that all the small things
go in the right direction.

There is no security in life, only opportunity.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.

Prayer is the one hand with which we grasp the invisible; fasting the other, with which we let loose and cast away the visible.

If I worked hard and prayed even harder, anything was possible.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow! What a ride!”

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Jesus’ suffering and death is not a Hatfields-and-McCoys story demanding retaliation. The gist of the religion that transformed the world is: God’s only son came to Earth to take the punishment we deserved.

If the Jews had somehow managed to block Jesus’ crucifixion and He had died in old age of natural causes, there would be no salvation through Christ and no Christianity. Whatever possible responses there may be to that story, this is not one of them: Damn those Jews for being a part of God’s plan to save my eternal soul!