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Remember Lot’s Wife

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Jun 4, 2023
  • 1 min read

Luke 17:32

“Remember Lot's wife.”

Lot’s wife is never named.

She doesn’t have a large part in scripture.

But we are told to remember her.

Not because she was a spiritual person.

But because she turned back to where God had brought her out of.

Deliverance was at hand, but she turned back to what was behind.

She couldn’t let go of what was behind her.

You could go many different directions as far as WHY she was so attached to Sodom…was it the children who remained? Grandchildren? Did she miss her house? Was she worried about her neighbors?

No matter what her reasoning, she refused to obediently keep her eyes on where God was taking her. She preferred the past.

To dwell on it.

To gaze on it.

And because of her disobedience, she never moved again from that spot, gazing backwards at what was.

There is nothing behind you.

There is nothing in the past that is worth slowing your pressing towards the mark.

You cannot make progress in obedience when you cannot stop turning around and looking back.

The past is an exactly that, over, gone.

Why are we dwelling there?

Why are we allowing it to hinder our progress?

Why are we choosing disobedience to get one more little gaze into what was?

Keep marching forward.

Keep pressing forward.

The mark is ahead, not behind.

I don’t know what is distracting you that is behind, but don’t let that be your demise, as it was for Lot’s wife.

Jesus isn’t calling you to look towards what is behind, he is calling you to press towards the mark.

 
 
 

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