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In
my favorite restaurant, my napkin kept blowing away because fans were
blowing in the room. I kept replacing the napkin, and finally had to sit
on it to keep it from getting away. Unable to control the movement of
air, I tried to control its effects. How often do I try to restrict
God’s movement in my life? I cannot control the breath of God so I
cling to old ways, hoping that God will stay with me but not ask me to
change. But when it comes down to it I am not resisting change. I’m
resisting the Spirit of God, forgetting the
breath of the Almighty gives my life (Job
33:4, NIV). God chose to live and die as a man so that I could feel His
breath on my face. Will I deeply breathe in that Spirit? Or do I prefer
to rule in my small and suffocating spaces? By Carol Mead |