Last weekend Linda and I found ourselves geocaching outside of Crockett.
We’d come upon one that some of our well-seasoned caching friends had not found.
Knowing their reputations, we half-heartedly looked for the elusive hide; after all, if they didn’t find it, it probably wasn’t there.
Then Linda read the past log of the only geocacher to find it and discovered one of their children actually spotted it.
One of the children!
I quickly change my perspective and got on my knees making myself no taller than a ten year old.
Within 30 seconds I had spotted what my experienced and distinguished colleagues did not find.
It helps to change your perspective.
It also helps when following God!
Sometime it’s hard to know the way He wants you to go; you seem lost and wandering around in circles getting no where.
To not look is to keep yourself blind to His leadership and to His knowledge.
In Acts 7:56, Stephen said, “Look! I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!” Why is it no one else saw this?
Because they were too intent on believing their own way and ridding themselves of Stephen. They were out for blood.
Did they even look up?
I seriously doubt it.
This is why I don’t want to just take for granted the traditions that I have been taught.
I want to see, experience, and understand them for myself.
If I find the same conclusions, then it is well.
If I find a different conclusion, then perhaps my change of perspective can help others.
At church yesterday a younger man testified of how God had directed him, and he thought his own thoughts were in his head. He wanted God to speak in the old familuar way. What a wonderment we open ourselves up to when we listen for His directions to come in other forms. I love the still small voice! And the knowing behond knowing. How wonderful it is when a loved one speakes a special word. It just seems to get better when a verse jumps out off a page in my Bible. We must be open to our Father God’s unlimited ways. He has secerts to share if we can hear.
At church yesterday a younger man testified of how God had directed him, and he thought his own thoughts were in his head. He wanted God to speak in the old familuar way. What a wonderment we open ourselves up to when we listen for His directions to come in other forms. I love the still small voice! And the knowing behond knowing. How wonderful it is when a loved one speakes a special word. It just seems to get better when a verse jumps out off a page in my Bible. We must be open to our Father God’s unlimited ways. He has secerts to share if we can hear.
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