To be still and know

"And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant..."
He created the Heavens, the earth, the universe as a whole. He spoke it all into existence.
He made man in his likeness. He made woman, that he might not have to journey alone.
Man sinned, he made a way back to him.
He flooded the earth and then revived it.
He made a promise to a man that would rival the the number of stars in the sky.
He thwarted the plans of the King with the most divine of ironies. He set ablaze a bush with flames of fire, but the flames did not consume it.
His people groaned. He heard and remembered, having never forgotten.
He shared his plan of rescue. He persuaded with a mighty hand.
He rescued.
He parted the sea revealing dry land. He altered the molecular structure of water. He rained bread from Heaven. He made water to spring from the dryness of rocks.
He came in thunder and lightening. He made the mountain tremble.
He continued the plan to make a way for us back to him.
He consumed the offerings of his people.
He called the unqualified and qualified the called.
He waited for and longed for his people through their whoredom.
He drew his servants out of the fiery furnace. He sent visions and dreams.
He spoke and men delivered, sometimes as one who spits into the wind.
He was coming.
He came.
He lived.
He continued to call the unqualified. He was tempted in every way, continuing this plan to make a way back to him. He preached. He healed. He rebuked. He proclaimed. He fulfilled.
He stirred hearts and aroused curiosity. He disturbed the social norm.  He confronted people with the state of their hearts and souls.
He washed feet.
He was accused.  He was prayerful. He went silently.
He was beaten. He was killed. He was buried.
He could not be bound by the confines of mere death.
He came back to life. He conquered death.
He challenged and commanded.
He forgave. 
He ascended to the Right Hand of the Father.
He sent his spirit to seal those in him. He sent his spirit as collateral for our eternal hope waiting in Glory.
This is my God. 
How do I look at this story and with such faith believe it, in all its unfathomable, fantastical glory, at its face value, but question the Hero's capability in my own life?
Is this not the same God who dwells within my wicked heart?
Is this not the same God who created the universe, but whose ability to save my family and friends, I call into question?
Is this not the same God who I have seen bring rain from the sky from the prayers of a small boy, who I have seen warm the coldest of hearts, heal the deadliest of illnesses, provide again and again?
Is this not the same God?
He is able.
He is patient.
He is waiting to be the God of these Holy Scriptures in my life, if I will only be still and know that he is God.
"The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent."