Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I think the most compelling change in the way I look at God these days is the conviction that he is not the God I thought he was when I was young. I’ve believed rightly that God loves us and has great blessings in store for each of us. But the avenues to “blessing” are much different than I had ever imagined. In fact, even the blessings themselves are far from what I envisioned when I was less clued-up.

I tended to look at blessings as material things that were easily grasped with my hands. I’ve learned now that a blessing can be a line of thinking, or wisdom really, that opens the door to the thoughts of God. Knowing the thoughts of God brings freedom and relief to a person held down by things like despair, hopelessness, pain, and persecution.

When I first lost everything and entered the “tent” years ago (please read past posts to get the gist) it was an identity of embarrassing failure and bleak worthlessness. Over time, the tent has become a place that symbolizes the very thoughts of God. This humbling circumstance has now become a map, an illustration, that I can superimpose over the struggles of life and find God’s thoughts on an issue. The supernatural purpose of the tent has become so vivid that I can hold up any difficulty to the truths I’ve found in it and find the wisdom of God. Who would ever think that this small canvas shelter could represent far more in God’s eyes than it could ever stand for on earth? Now that's a blessing I would say.