We believe God’s promises, yet even on our best days, a shallow scratch reveals festering discontent. Disappointed, we see less than we expect. One voice in our head whines, “We play His game, so He owes us, right? Success, health, happiness, some sort of payment for our good deeds.” Another confesses along with the Psalmist, “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”
We struggle because fickle eyes make it hard to recognize God’s blessings. If we desire to see Him, even blind eyes behold oceans of grace, stretching farther than sight and horizon, beyond imagination. But if we desire something else, that’s all we see. The Spirit said through Isaiah, “Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.” Like salvation, faith precedes experience and belief comes before sight.
Excerpt from Call For News-Reflections of a Missionary Pilot
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