I would but cannot rest,
In God’s most holy will;
I know what He appoints is best,
And murmur at it still.
I murmur at it still.

Today I was able to talk to a great friend and catch up a bit. We were both talking about the vast difference between knowing truth and believing truth. Normally when we speak like this we are talking about salvation and the difference between only knowing about Jesus and believing/trusting Jesus. You need both, knowledge and belief. Something has happened over time with believers encouraging each other to believe, not just Jesus for salvation, but for all the promises of God. We need to be reminded to fight the good fight of faith, to continually ask God to help us with our unbelief as we fight against the idols in our hearts.

My friend and I both find ourselves knowing that God is our provider, comforter, friend, leader, etc, but we often fall short in trusting Him. Even when we know and see that “what He appoints is best” we still murmur.

Although realizing this may seem depressing, it is actually liberating. It is like pinpointing a disease in the body and then knowing exactly how to cure it. It is freeing to know that God will help me with my unbelief as I pinpoint my “diseases”, with His help, and then trust Him to lift me up.

Do you find yourself worrying about tomorrow? Do you want to have total control of everything? Are you able to breathe deep or are you wheezing in your walk with God? Do you know that He is the Good Shepherd, but want grass in the other fields? Do you murmur to yourself and to others even as God is working for your good? Well, join my friend and I in asking God to help our unbelief. Jesus, make our hearts soft.

I know the Lord is nigh,
And would but cannot pray,
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
And frights my soul away.

I would but can’t repent,
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne’er relent
Till Jesus makes it soft.
Till Jesus make it soft.

Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
My help must come from Thee.

I would but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul as base as mine.
A soul so base as mine.

I would but cannot rest,
In God’s most holy will;
I know what He appoints is best,
And murmur at it still.
I murmur at it still.

Help My Unbelief
Taken from the Gadsby Hymnal #278
Words: John Newton, 1725-1807.
Chorus by Clint Wells.
Music: Clint Wells, 2005
© 2006 Red Mountain Music
www.redmountainmusic.com

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