When my wife and I travel, I like to have a plan. I'll either map it or iphone the route to/from the hotel, some cool restaurant or sight to see. Not always perfect in my planning but I try. As we're sometimes walking in some new city, my wife will sometimes wander, not watching where she's going. So I'm grabbing her hand or her shoulders, "This way, Babe!" She's really not addicted to wanderlust. She just says, "I know you know where I am so I don't worry! I trust you." I'm not sure she should trust me that much!
But when I'm in her hometown, it's the other way around. She grew up on those streets. I'll say, "I think we're supposed to turn left here?"
She'll say, "No, turn right."
"But if feels like we're supposed to turn left."
"No. Turn right. Trust me, I know!"
So I do the only smart thing: I trust her. Even though my feelings say something different.
God's ways don't always FEEL right. In fact, sometimes they are downright weird compared to cultural norms:
Giving generously doesn't seem normal. God says, "Trust Me." Leading my family in prayer feels weird. "Trust Me."
Using vacation to go on a mission trip isn't normal. "Trust Me."
Reading an ancient book like the Bible for direction is weird. "Trust Me."
If we're going to walk with God, the directions will sometimes feel weird. But the question is, "Will you trust Him?"
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