A few days ago I decided to purchase a bike. I want my cardio exercise (which I NEVER do) and justified it as such.
Anyway I am mentioning this because before this bike ride I was to go on I was reading Mark 8. In the beginning of the chapter Jesus calls his disciples toward him; he begins to speak of the four thousand people that are with them. Long story short he feeds the four thousand and is on a boat into the region of Dalmanutha.
When Jesus and the disciples arrive immediately "the Pharisees came and began to question Jesus. To test him, they asked him for a sign from heaven. He sighed deeply and said, 'why does this generation ask for a miraculous sign? I tell you the truth, no sign will be given to it'." (v. 11-12)
This is what began to manifest itself into my heart on my ride. My whole life I have heard people demand a sign from God. I, myself, have even demanded such a sign. It is crazy what God has done in my life but usually the only time I see that God gave me a sign during the whole mess after the situation is over.
That is where some fall prey to Satan, especially when the outcome does not fall on their side of the fence. I have struggled with this too. I have been in situations that don't work out in my favor. The problem is over and I don't look back and learn the lesson God intended me to learn. Unfortunately, I usually have a resentment toward someone or something after this is totally done.
I have definitely seen growth in this area and am able to pinpoint what God may be teaching me. Don't get me wrong. I am nowhere near perfect. I still have a tendency in the midst of trouble to want what I think is best on my time. The one problem with my thinking is everything is done on God's time. I need a constant reminder of this.
Sixteen miles passed and this is still fresh on my mind.
His timing over my timing. Always.
Max
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