The Miracle Worker

So anyway, I've been doing a lot of heavy thinking lately. Hear me out.

I've been thinking a lot about trusting God and what that really means. Faith, I guess you could call it. Truly believeing in your heart that God will take care of you and the huge importance of letting go to what we hold onto so tightly to - letting Him lead. It's so easy for us to try to control everything....and then all at once, frantically ask God to bail us out when we're at our end, when we should have been doing that from the start.

These days, we are all so over-confident in ourselves, our lives, our work, that we've become too independent. We haven't lived through a war, we haven't lived through starvation, we haven't really had any reason to feel uncomfortable. Because of this, we don't see a need to rely on God because we're doing just fine. All of our accomplishments, all of our success is considered ours and somehow we feel we're earned it and deserved it for all that we've done.

Because of this, we are a generation who doesn't believe in miracles and doesn't really expect great things from God. We don't live with the same anticiaption that our grandparents had in waiting with this great hope and excitement for what God will do next - we don't have that same expectancy. We seem to become doubtful and edgy as soon as we can't deal with what's been placed in our laps, when we need to be looking to God sincerely for guidance and with anticipation of how He will follow through.

No, we're not living in the desert with Moses, but I still do believe in my heart of hearts that God does perform miracles every day. We have to learn to be quiet before Him and watch them unfold.

Just some thoughts as I wrap up my afternoon...*