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True To His Word

I have a friend who lies all the time. All the time. It's so bad in fact that if he were to tell me that the sky is blue, I would look out the window to check. He lies to make himself look better and to avoid an awkward situation. He lies so much, he doesn't remember his lies and is caught quite often. And if he makes a promise to me, I just ignore it. It's easier that way. But for some reason, I continue to talk to him. I don't believe a word he says, but he amuses me for some reason.

In contrast, we serve a God who not only does not lie, but cannot lie. Numbers 23:19 declares that God is not a man that He should lie nor the son of man that He should change His mind. What He has promised He will fulfill. In other words, we can take God at His word. He magnifies His word above His name (see Psalm 138:2). Isn't that something? God has so much integrity that His word is more important to Him than His own holy name.

And yet for some reason, we as Christian find it hard to take God at His word. He's promised never to leave us nor forsake us, to be with us until the end of the age (see Heb 13:5; Matt 28:20). So why is it that when in the time of trouble we often act like God has abandoned us? We fret and get depressed and try to work things out on our own instead of waiting on Him to work on our behalf. In essence, we act like we do not believe the promise of God.

But if we take a moment to think about it, has God ever, ever failed us? Has He ever let us down? The answer is a resounding NO! He is true to His word. He might delay in answering our prayers, but He is always there for us. So when we go through our trials and tribulations, rather than getting discouraged and refusing to believe that God is there for us, let us remember that He is true to His word.


I’ve seen the lightning flashing
I’ve heard the thunder roll.
I’ve felt sin’s breakers dashing
Which almost conquered my soul.
I’ve heard the voice of my Savior
Bidding me still to fight on.
He promised never to leave me
Never to leave me alone!

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