Part 2: What does God’s word teach about Dealing with Problems?


2. “Seek the Lord First” : Judges 4: 1-7, 23

Judges 4: 1-7, 14a
 After Ehud died, the Israelites once again did evil in the eyes of the Lord. So the Lord sold them into the hands of Jabin, a king of Canaan, who reigned in Hazor. The commander of his army was Sisera, who lived in Harosheth Haggoyim. Because he had nine hundred iron chariots and had cruelly oppressed the Israelites for twenty years, they cried to the Lord for help.
Deborah, a prophetess, the wife of Lappidoth, was leading Israel at that time. She held court under the Palm of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in the hill country of Ephraim, and the Israelites came to her to have their disputes decided. She sent for Barak son of Abinoam from Kedesh in Naphtali and said to him, “The Lord, the God of Israel, commands you: ‘Go take with you ten thousand men of Naphtali and Zebulun and lead the way to Mount Tabor. I will lure Sisera, the commander of Jabin’s army, with his troops to the Kishon River and give him into your hands.’
On that day God subdued Jabin, the Canaanite king, before the Israelites. And the hand of the Israelites grew stronger and stronger against Jabin, the Canaanite king, until they destroyed him.

After twenty years of unbearable circumstances the Israelites finally cried to the Lord for help. Many times we try all kinds of things to get rid of our problems to no avail. When we finally understand that we cannot do it ourselves, we turn to the Lord. When we stay grounded in God’s word and have constant contact with our tremendous God, we learn to seek Him first. He wants us to come to Him for guidance and strength. His answers and solutions are perfect. James 5: 13 “Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray.”
I don't think we should leave it there though. I think we need to seek God first in all things! Not just in days of trouble or strife. Seek the Lord every day, let your first reaction and thought be to go to God
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