I've been trying to train God to a barter system in my life. If I do so-and-so, He'll give me a new job. If I blah-blah-blah, He won't let me stick my foot in my mouth anymore. If I wail and gnash my teeth, He'll concede to my will.
Whoa there Missy. Let's take a step back and look at what I'm doing. God is GOD. All powerful, omniscient, rock my socks off God of the Universe. Not someone I can bend to my will. His ways are not my ways. (And thank you Jesus for that!) In all the confusion that swirls around my life, He's still constant and faithful. I can still go to Him when I'm hurting or being a brat or when I'm glowing because I know He's smiling at me. His care of me is beyond my human comprehension.
I try to fit my God into a mold that He would have to lay down His deity for. And like it or not, I'm not that powerful. Who wants a God who obeys my will? That would be so boring and mundane. I want to live a life stuffed to the brim of Him, not me trying to stuff Him into what I think He should be. Sometimes my selfish flesh is so...fleshy.
I try to fit my God into a mold that He would have to lay down His deity for. And like it or not, I'm not that powerful. Who wants a God who obeys my will? That would be so boring and mundane. I want to live a life stuffed to the brim of Him, not me trying to stuff Him into what I think He should be. Sometimes my selfish flesh is so...fleshy.
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