When God wants you to do something that pushes you out of your comfort zone, He often has to tell us repeatedly. We tell him all the reasons we will not be good at it. We tell Him all the ways we will fail at it. What I find almost amusing at times is, that at the same time we fight because it is outside of our comfort zone, we also feel that tug of desire. We often use that to put ourselves on the outside fringe of a job or activity so we can attempt to satisfy the desire without giving ourselves wholeheartedly to the task at hand.
Sound familiar to anyone? I know I've done it before. I still do it. I don't like being outside my comfort zone. Yet I've found that is where God works best because I must fully reply on Him to make it happen. He has a perfect plan.
Yet we allow satan to whisper the doubts, to steal the joy and to make our hearts beat fast with anxiety about following God's plan. We forget, in that moment of fear, what He has already brought us through. We say 'I know God can, but'. Whatever you put after that 'but' is a question of God's power.
I heard a young man speak over the weekend and he told about the 12 minutes his heart quit beating on a basketball court in June. From all medical perspective that young man should not have been standing to talk with us. In a series of happenings only God could have orchestrated, the exact people where there that could do chest compressions (he had 600 done to him during that time) and breathe for him. This young man at 16 years old had gone into cardiac arrest. Seldom does anyone at that age survive that, add the 12 minutes that he for all practical purposes he was 'gone' and the odds are astronomical.
Yet as those in the stands began to call out to the God of heaven, their prayers were heard. Not only did he live, he has all his brain and body functions, no damage! It is a miracle that no one can deny.
Yet daily God does miracles, they may not be death-defying yet they are miracles. A child accepts Christ, a teenager accepts God's call on their lives, these are miracles. God loves me, that's a miracle. I say a lot that I fail a lot, that isn't true. I fail, more than a lot! I fail over and over and God is still there. There is nothing I can do that He will not love me.
That love is more that I can comprehend and so much more than I could ever deserve. If what I got was based on me being 'good', I would get hell. My best efforts are so inadequate. And Christ tells us to love our neighbors the way He loves us. I'm so guilty of not following this. Well, my neighbors, as in the ones that live on my street, maybe a few of them. Others I've never met. I don't know if they are lost or saved. I don't know if they know the God of miracles.
Again, that is a failure. When God has done so much for me, how can I not share His love. Yet, I give you that I'm busy, they don't speak, they are never home or all the other reasons that I haven't shared the greatest event in my life, my salvation. How disappointed the Father must be as He looks down. I do share at times but I know I have not taken every opportunity that God has given me. Lord, please forgive me.
As I've tried to seek His will more and more I've realized more and more how much of a nothing I am and how Great He Is! In spite of that, He loves me and He always has my best interest at heart. Thank you Lord, for sparing us when we deserve to die and for keeping us when we deserve nothing.
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