Have you ever been wrongfully punished or accused of something you didn’t do? I have! And I was 10. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
We lived in the mountains and the house was my parent’s dream home. My brother and I often played baseball outside – I pitched, he hit, or sometimes visa versa. Mom would often times tell us to move farther away from the house. But on this day, somehow, a window in the downstairs family room was broken, and I was blamed. The baseball went right through it and shattered the glass. It seemed all evidence pointed to me, and I was punished. However, it wasn’t me who broke it. Actually on this day, I wasn’t even playing baseball! My brother was!
I remember crying out to my mom, “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! Believe me, pleeeease!” But to no avail. I got the punishment – undeserved. Afterwards, I remember crying and riding my bike as far away from the house as my little legs could carry me. So upset that my mom wouldn’t believe me. I just wish she would’ve believed me! I was telling the truth!
I was reminded of this time in my childhood recently when I was reading my Bible. “’You are My witnesses,’ says the Lord, ‘and My servant whom I have chosen, that you may know and believe Me, and understand that I am He. Before Me there was no God formed, nor shall there be after Me.'” Isaiah 43:10 (NKJV)
The words “believe me” jumped off the page. It was if I was standing next to my heavenly Father and I could see Him pleading with me to believe Him. Believe Me, Jodi! Believe what I say. Believe who I am. Believe in Me. Pleeeease believe Me!
My heart’s cry is now “Oh God, may I believe You!” I would hate for God to feel as I did that day at 10 years old when my word was not believed.
Do you believe Him? What is He saying to you today? Can you believe what He is telling you?
(Side note: I hold nothing against my mom in this. Love you mom!)