"How do I know whether this is of God and not just the fig plaster? What confirming sign is there that God is healing me and that in three days I'll walk into The Temple of God on my own legs?" (20:8)
While working in the bottoms yesterday, the sky kept taking my breath away during the times I would stop and watch the mountainous clouds role in. There are moments the beauty of His nature causes me to stop in my tracks.
It set me to thinking about how often do I doubt God and insist on proof?
How often do I think even the every day things came about from "the fig plaster" and not Him?
All about me is the constants of ABBA.
Constants which consistently prove He is "I AM".
And yet, there are times I either take for granted, don't acknowledge, question, doubt, and at times, even take credit.
It set me to thinking about how often do I doubt God and insist on proof?
How often do I think even the every day things came about from "the fig plaster" and not Him?
All about me is the constants of ABBA.
Constants which consistently prove He is "I AM".
And yet, there are times I either take for granted, don't acknowledge, question, doubt, and at times, even take credit.
I am praying and striving that I may see and know Him in all of the moments - no all of the seconds -of life. I have found the more of Him I see, I do not want to miss out on Him.
How I so love, loving my ABBA. And being unconditionally Loved by Him.
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