For he knows our frame, He remembers that we are dust.
When I find it hard to trust because I can’t see the end, He remembers we are dust.
When the mother sits and waits and waits for the news of the biopsy report of her tiny, brand new baby, He remembers we are dust.
When the bills seem insurmountable and our obedience has brought us into a desert place, He remembers that we are dust.
When the demons of yesterday whisper in our ear telling us our prayers are not heard, our hopes are gone and God may not really care, He remembers that we are dust.
When our failure glares at us and we seem paralyzed with fear to move forward, He remembers we are dust.
When the “What if’s?” seem to outweight the “He can!”, He remembers that we are dust.
And He bends low and whispers to us,
“Your form is dust, you were not created to succeed. You were created to be utterly dependent on a Creator. Every step in which you do not fall is through My complete provision. I know you are weak. I remember that you are dust. I will not leave you to face one thing that I cannot sustain you through.”
And with that He increases our faith, and we step forward. He reminds us that when dust of our frame is saturated with Living Water of the Word, who is Jesus, dust takes on a new form. We are strengthened.
The dust bakes into a rock in the heat of our noonday struggles and we are made strong, unbreakable in His strength.