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Trust The Block



If I were to write a complete list of every time the Lord blocked a situation in my life and I broke through the barricade, my list would lap the world a few times over. Disobedience through my emotions has caused me great pain in my life time. Caving into what my flesh has desired has never lined up with what the Lord has had for me. And my own justifications for doing so, well lets just say pride had a lot to do with it. It has taken many of falls, much heart break and several do overs to get to a place in my own thinking were I have realized to trust the block, to accept the barricades for my own well being and the wisdom to see past my own wants. His plans are far better than any of my own. And in this season of my life, I have a profound peace in that knowledge.

However in my earlier years my foolish ways caused an abundance of unnecessary hard lessons. I never sought the Lord  in my decision making. I made what choices I believed to be right and then when things were falling apart, begged the Lord to bless my choice. From job changes, to relationships and even geographical moves, I did what I wanted and how I wanted. If there was a block in front of me, I would go around it, climb over it and through it, and it some instances, bull dozed my way through. Chaos was on the other side, and I leaped right into it.

Blocks can be defined as boundaries set in place to protect and redirect us from those things which will cause us to stumble and distract us. The Lord is constantly growing and evolving His children to higher levels, new seasons and broader scopes of faith; however to reach our ordained destiny, we must not violate the barricades set before us. I have learned and still learning, to set aside foolish ways and to listen to the voice of wisdom, the voice of my Jesus. But most importantly..............

Trust the block.

"Too much preoccupation with self-will may cause us not to see what God is doing to help us." - Joyce Meyer, UnShakeable Trust.

Living in self-will blinds us to God's help. I know from my own experiences I could not see God working in my situations due to my impatience. Hasty decisions, spur of the moment choices and barreling through the blocks caused me to live in a state with blinders on. I existed in the here and now, never looking to the bigger picture. The Lord is all His grace had to allow me to get to a place where I was tired of being sick and tired of  my own out comes. Starting over back at square one become most exasperating.

Proverbs 1:22-23
How long, you simple ones,will you love simplicity? For scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge. Turn at my rebuke; surely I will pour out my spirit on you; I will make my words known to you.

 His rebuke is His correction with love and He has made His words known to me.

Trust the block.



Forever His Daughter,

Stacey

 



Comments

  1. AMEN! Trust the block! Wow, great perspective!
    God bless my sister
    Tracy

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  2. So true. So many times we decide we will go around a block that God has put in place for us and then try to justify it by asking Him to bless our decision over His.

    God is always good!

    Fred

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