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Abide

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Apr 2, 2023
  • 1 min read

John 15:7

“If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.”


The word “abide” means “to continue, to dwell, to endure, to stand, to be present.”


We love to jump straight into “ye shall ask what ye will and it shall be done…”

That’s how we expect God to be…a God of instant gratification. For  him to have it before my eyes in 30 seconds or less, like a microwave.

We want it done with as little effort, on our part, as possible.

And prayers go unanswered.

As they go unanswered, we get bitter, and assume God has done us wrong.

When, in reality, he is waiting to give us all we have asked. But we refuse to abide.

He can’t move until you abide.


You’re to abide in him, which means he is your identity.

If you’re dwelling in him, then you are one with him. People see him before they see you.

If you’re standing on his word, then you won’t tolerate anything that goes against it.

We are expecting God to answer prayer while we hold hands with the world…you won’t see answered prayer until you fix your abiding problem.


We want to dwell on the fence, and still see answered prayer. We want to abide wherever is most comfortable, and God still do whatever we ask.

He wants to answer prayer.

He wants to move.

He’s just waiting for a revival of your abiding.

He’s waiting on you.

He’s waiting on you to untie his hands.

He’s waiting on you to get serious about prayer.

Because if you’re serious, you’ll be willing to do whatever it takes to see God move.

Where are you abiding?


 
 
 

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