The story of Christ’s birth is full of signs. Angels. Visitations. Stars. Old women and virgins alike giving birth.
And throughout Christ’s ministry, there were signs. Everywhere. Feedings. Shriveled legs growing. Blind eyes seeing.
So, who can blame me when I ask for a sign?
As a humans, I’m trapped in the limitation of time and space. I’m forced to operate within the confines of what I see and touch. Anything beyond that, I just don’t understand. Nor can I comprehend eternity or anything that doesn’t conveniently fit on a 24-hour clock.
So this talk, this belief that there is a Divine Being that transcends space and time is amazing, but there are times when the “human me” needs something a little more.
I know there’s another world, a place the defies this earthly plane. By faith, I know God is there. But sometimes my soul is weary, my heart is heavy and I need Him right here, right now.
God, give me a sign!
If I’m honest, I want fire. I want wind. I want lightning. I want power.
And once I give Him that sign, suddenly the world opens up around me. The signs are everywhere! Lives are changed. Answers are clear. Miracles are appearing.
Signs. Wonders. Right there all along.
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