I've got a couple of people-puzzlers in my life that I am less than enchanted with. I've decided to let God give me the quiet word on handling them.
When my mind is free of thoughts about either of these, I feel no special interest in which way they turn out. However, when I just touch either with a “what if?” thought, as in, “what if I did this or that?,” I can feel the agitation roiling, urging me to do something, right now, and my immediate next thought is “I know what I can do….”
New/old discovery: I'd rather fix it p.d.q., chancing breaking it completely, than sit and
wait on the Lord who, in my less than humble opinion, is a drag-foot. My way is quick, usually dirty,
and utterly self-centered, but quick swings the hammer.
It is too clear that I would rather risk a friendship than
wait on God's perfect outworking…even when I know that God’s perfect outworking
would benefit both of us. Not because I want to get my way, but because I don’t
want to wait...even for God's good.
That is right ugly. But, if I know nothing else, I do know it will not change until I air it for me to see. Can't own it till I see it, can't get shut of it till I own it.
Thank You.
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