The Same God
I kneel at my
bedroom window –
and from this
lowly position –
I look up at
the nighttime sky.
A blanket of
darkness
dotted with what
seems like
a million stars.
As I begin
to talk with
my Heavenly Father,
my gaze looking
at one star
than another
and another,
the conversation
of my heart
moves to that
of Abraham.
“Oh, Father God –
to be Abraham.
To have stood
under these very stars
and to have
talked with You.
This in of itself –
what a blessing.
But then –
then You spoke
words of blessing
to him.
To hear –
while childless
and older in years –
his descendants
would be as
numerous as the stars,
more than the
grains of sand –
wow.
Just wow.
And then,
just like You promised –
Isaac was born.”
I kneel in silence
for awhile
simply trying
to comprehend
this God of mine.
“Oh – but then Father God –
once again while
talking with Abraham –
You spoke instructions
for him to take Isaac
and offer him
as a sacrifice.
And without hesitation, –
w i t h o u t
h e s i t a t i o n –
holding firmly to
the promise
You had made
under the stars
that night years before –
Abraham obeyed.
Wow.
Just wow.
Just as Abraham
knew in his heart You would,
You made a way
for both
Abraham and Isaac
to go and “worship”
and then return home.
You spared Isaac
by providing a ram instead.
Again, wow.
Just wow.
Oh, Father God.
To be Abraham.”
Again I quiet
my voice
and simply
abide in His presence.
And suddenly,
I am very aware
of me.
To be Stacy.
What does that look like?
And I can’t help
wondering –
if the Bible was somehow
still being written today –
if chapters about
my walk of faith
(and yours)
were still being
added to its pages
for future generations –
what would my
walk of faith
consist of?
“Oh, Father God-
God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob –
may I come to
know You
as Abraham did.
May I come to
hear Your voice
as audibly and
as clearly as he did.
May I come to
trust and believe
Your word
and Your promises
so that no matter
what You may ask of me,
w i t h o u t
h e s i t a t i o n
I will listen
and I will obey.
And while I know
my life story
will never be
in the Bible
for others to read,
Father God,
remind me daily
there is a world
searching for You
who are looking at me
to discover
who You are.
May I be faithful.
May I be obedient.
May I be Stacy –
the Stacy You
long for Me to be.”
Before lowering
my gaze
and saying amen,
I take one more
look at the sky –
the same sky,
with the same stars,
held in place
by the same God
who held back
Abraham’s knife-clad hand.
And I realize –
this spot in my bedroom,
this window where I kneel –
it, too, is holy ground.
For Abraham’s God
is my God, too –
and He is here.
Wow.
Just wow.~
~Stacy
