We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps” (Prov. 16:9 NLT).
Take one step at a time. Don’t be so concerned about the future that you miss today. Don’t allow your mind to wander so far ahead of time that you can’t focus on following God’s daily love in your life. God knows your future. God has written your story. Take your time. Take it easy. It’s only a matter of time before God’s blessings begin to take a fuller shape.
This is so difficult for me.
I often find myself so distracted by my responsibilities that I miss the goodness of God. As I write this, I’m sitting on my front porch. Birds sing in the background. Gigantic, puffy clouds span the blue sky. Flowers blossom. Trees stand tall. This is God’s creation.
But as beautiful as it is outside, my inside is desperate for something more. Something genuine. Something real.
I get so caught-up in this world. It’s almost like I forget about Heaven. But I don’t. Actually, I can’t. Because there’s something about me that longs for it every single moment of every single day.
If I prayed as much as I worried, I’d be praying constantly. Sounds good to me. After all, Paul writes, “Pray without ceasing” (1 Thess. 5:17 NKJV). Now, there’s a part of me that despises prayer. I’d rather try to figure it out by myself. But there’s another part of me that longs for it. I realize my desperate need for Jesus Christ.
Unfortunately, my struggle for control creates a barrier to my prayer life. Maybe that’s the purpose of Paul’s message to the Philippians.
How much space have you given God to move in your life? God will consume as much of you as you make available to Him.
“‘Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you’” (Matt. 7:7 KJV).
If you really want God to work in and through your life, then make some space!
“Then Jesus told his disciples, ‘If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me’” (Matt. 16:24 ESV).
Let’s examine Luke 8:41-56.
A ruler of the synagogue is struggling. Jairus is his name. His daughter occupies her death bed. His only child. Desperate. Saddened. Heartbroken.
Teary-eyed, he wonders, “What can I do?”
He has heard of Jesus. The man responsible for mending what’s broken. Healing what’s hurting. Opening blind eyes. Redeeming what appears unredeemable.