Trust Me with Your Isaac

In light of our current insurance dilemma, I wept as I read the following poem written by Beth Moore. If you are at all familiar with the story of Abraham and Isaac from scripture, this will sing a sweet melody to your heart. It will bring hot tears if you have ever been asked by the Lover of your soul to return something to Him that you have been holding close to your heart with the whitest of knuckles....

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Trust Me with Your Isaac

For every Abraham who dares to kiss the foreign field

where glory for a moment grasped

Is for a lifetime tilled...

The voice of God speaks not but once

but 'til the traveler hears

"Abraham! Abraham! bring your Isaac here!"

"Bring not the blemished sacrifice.

What lovest thou the most?

Look not into the distance,

you'll find your Isaac close."

"I hear the tearing of your heart

torn between two loves,

the one your vision can behold

the Other hid above."

"Do you trust me, Abraham

with your gravest fear?

Will you pry your finges loose

and bring your Isaac here?"

"Have I not made you promises?

Hold them tight instead!

I am the Lover of your soul-

the lifter of your head."

"Believe me, O my Abraham

when blinded by the cost.

Arrange the wooded altar

and count your gains but loss."

"Let tears wash clean your blinded eyes

until unveiled you see-

the ram caught in the thicket there

to set your Isaac free."

"Perhaps I'll send him down the mount

to walk right by your side.

No longer in your iron grasp

but safer still in mine."

"Or I may wrap him in the wind

and sweep him from your sight

to better things beyond your reach-

believe with all your might!"

"Look up beloved Abraham.

Can you count the stars?

Multitudes will stand to reap

from one dear friend of God."

"Pass the test, my faithful one;

bow to me as Lord.

Trust me with your Isaac-

see,

I am your great Reward."

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What is your Isaac today? Is it a baby? A job? Good health? Hopes of financial success? A desire to be happily married or just married? Or perhaps it is a fear-of failure, of loss.. Start piling the wood my friend...He is the great Reward!