“Father. What’s going on? You asked me to turn one way while the world turns another.”
“Do you believe that I am able to do as I have promised?”
“Yes, but the… the circumstances… no, no I do not.”
It’s telling isn’t it? To stand before the all knowing creator and admit the truth is far more difficult than it might at first appear. The truth is that even when promise after promise is kept, carried out, and made real, I still can’t seem to trust Him to follow through on the very next promise. It’s as if I’m driving on a road turning right. This road wraps around a rock face, and I cannot see around the bend. My vision says that this road will continue turning right, and as far as I can see, it’s doing just that. There’s this voice, though, that keeps whispering, “Don’t worry, it turns left up ahead.” Well that’s great for some one to say, but there is utterly no evidence that it will ever change direction. Silly thing is, He said just two miles back, when I was certain the road only turned left that, “The road turns right up ahead.”
Here, next to me, God says, “The road is turning up ahead. Stay on the road I have chosen for you.”
On the road I stay.