As I am singing as I wash the kitchen floor and I wonder if time could be a state of being in which we experience God in a sort of diluted form. By diluted I mean that most of time I am not keenly aware of God’s presence, in fact, there are times that I have imagined that God has forgotten me and others.
Yet, I believe that all of God's promises to us written in scripture, in the text of the lives of so many who have gone before us, and in our sense of the goodness of the world, will come true. Could it be that God’s provision takes time to mature, blossom, or ripen?
If so, my life, my existence in time, may be necessary not just for my salvation but for the salvation of the world.
So give God time, give time back to God. I believe that we will see the faithfulness of God in time.
Yet, I believe that all of God's promises to us written in scripture, in the text of the lives of so many who have gone before us, and in our sense of the goodness of the world, will come true. Could it be that God’s provision takes time to mature, blossom, or ripen?
If so, my life, my existence in time, may be necessary not just for my salvation but for the salvation of the world.
So give God time, give time back to God. I believe that we will see the faithfulness of God in time.
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