Can you imagine if God told us all of the plans He had for our lives? If God had let us know the pandemic was coming, the devastating hurricanes, the strife in Afghanistan, the turmoil in our personal lives: would we have trusted that He could make good of all that? Do we even trust that now? And how do we deal with the things we’ve prepared for for years, being pulled out from under us? Was this God’s plan? How can he make this good?
need, he lifts us up. When we need comfort he sends a friend, or a word straight from him. When we need a miracle, he is ready to give it. We don’t have to work for it, we don’t deserve it, but he loves to do it. I imagine him up in heaven watching us receive these gifts. I imagine he is smiling as we take that first taste and close our eyes in satisfaction. I imagine that he watches our eyes light up and revels in the joy that he has created just for us.
When I was in high school, I lived and breathed soccer. I played year round and made the Varsity team in my sophomore year; I
When I was in elementary school, my Grandpa took on the task of teaching me to play tennis. He bought me a brand new racket,
He can literally use anything to speak, and yet, we want him to speak in specific ways so that we have control over the way it looks, and so that we don’t have to seek him in order to understand. We don’t want to have to stop and give him our eyes, but that’s the only way to hear him.
As we move into resurrection Sunday, meditate on what is hiding in that tomb for you. What do you need to resurrect? What purpose in your life did Jesus go to the cross for, that needs to come out of that tomb? As you sing that song about “running out of that grave,” let it be true for you.
