This week I've read about a God who speaks a word and makes something lovely out of nothing and a God who fills barren women's tummies with wiggly life and I am convicted.
I am convicted because when I pray my mind thinks things like, "I believe you can but I really don't think you will..." When I pray I see the way people have always been, the junk I've always faced, the fallen state of the world. Starting today I want to see the unchanging nature of a good God who hears and has power. Instead of seeing the way things have "always been" I want to see things the way they could always be.
From blackness to beauty with just one word. From barren to baby with a breath. That's the God I call on to change things. Starting now I'll no longer be viewing people or circumstances on a sliding scale from bad to worse, from slightly fixable to permanently damaged. I'm looking to a God who is mighty to save. A God who sees me, a God who hears me and shows up...never late.
It seems life in this fallen world has dulled my vision and time in his word has sharpened my focus. As I pray to a God who was, who is and who will change the world, I invite you to join me.