Don't Bite What You Can't Chew
I received an object lesson today, though the meaning of it wasn't entirely revealed to me until a few hours later tonight. You see, as some of you may well know, due to a lack of consideration for myself in my youth, I've developed a severe problem with my teeth. They're basicly breaking and dying and after several examinations, there's no saving them. They all need to be removed and replaced. Unfortunately, the economics of the world say I can't afford that right now, so I have to make due as best I can until I can get it done.
Today, though, my mom made steak for dinner. I love steak. I can't chew it right, but I love it. Without even considering the consequences, I dove right in and got myself some. It wasn't until a few bites later that I realized I was not finishing this steak. Mind you, this was not without several painful attempts on my part. Like I said, I love steak!
Tonight, I also took another bite of something else I can't chew. I've been trying to help someone deal with events in their life that seem to contradict prophecies they've received. Now, I could debate until my fingers fall off whether or not the prophecies themselves are true or not, but I've come to the realization that it's not my place to. God didn't give me the gift of Prophecy, he gave me the gift of Servanthood. My role in life isn't to tell you what's to come, but to be here when it happens, good or bad.
I "can't chew" prophecies and what's God telling so-and-so to do with their lives, so I need to stop worrying and stop biting at it. Instead, I just need to be willing and ready to be here when it all pans out, and and let God work through me like I already know He's done so many times before.
I received an object lesson today, though the meaning of it wasn't entirely revealed to me until a few hours later tonight. You see, as some of you may well know, due to a lack of consideration for myself in my youth, I've developed a severe problem with my teeth. They're basicly breaking and dying and after several examinations, there's no saving them. They all need to be removed and replaced. Unfortunately, the economics of the world say I can't afford that right now, so I have to make due as best I can until I can get it done.
Today, though, my mom made steak for dinner. I love steak. I can't chew it right, but I love it. Without even considering the consequences, I dove right in and got myself some. It wasn't until a few bites later that I realized I was not finishing this steak. Mind you, this was not without several painful attempts on my part. Like I said, I love steak!
Tonight, I also took another bite of something else I can't chew. I've been trying to help someone deal with events in their life that seem to contradict prophecies they've received. Now, I could debate until my fingers fall off whether or not the prophecies themselves are true or not, but I've come to the realization that it's not my place to. God didn't give me the gift of Prophecy, he gave me the gift of Servanthood. My role in life isn't to tell you what's to come, but to be here when it happens, good or bad.
I "can't chew" prophecies and what's God telling so-and-so to do with their lives, so I need to stop worrying and stop biting at it. Instead, I just need to be willing and ready to be here when it all pans out, and and let God work through me like I already know He's done so many times before.
posted by Tom at
12:48 AM
