Dust












Doubt...
Fear...
Uncertainty...
Shrink...Shrink...Shrink

"Why do the righteous suffer and the wicked prosper?"
"Is this the Christ or do we seek another?"
"When a man dies will he live again?"
"Not until I touch where the nails were or thrust my hand in the hole in his side..."
"I tell you I do not know him." The cock crows.
And Sarah laughed...
"My Lord, by now he stinketh."

Doubt...is it weakness; what manner of sin?
For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. What can dust do for him? What is man...that he is mindful of him; that he should care for him? What can man do; mere dust; what can dust do?

Faith...is it necessary?
Trust...is it needed?
Is it too much to ask of dust?

What does a newborn child know? Nothing...nothing, nay hunger and sleep; but... it also knows no doubt. Doubt is foreign; yea he learns it. Learned through failure...from failed caregivers and from a cursed world.

Trust...
Hope...
Confidence...
Rest...are intrinsic to a newborn and to the twice born.
And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." Child of God. Foreign to fear...doubt.

Our provider never fails. He will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life. The LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Spirit says... "believe; have faith; do not fear."
Flesh says..."dust; what can dust do?"
Spirit says... "He is; and a rewarder of those that diligently seek
Him..".and to our dust He says, "I breathed into your nostrils the
breath of life."

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