Just how good do God's gifts for me get? Can I outdream His generousity, what are the limits to his benevolence? We don't really think that way - do we? I guess I can't speak for you, but when I analyze my thinking, my actions, I think I'd have to say that I do. It shows in little things. Things like, "oh no, I won't ask for prayer, it's just a headache", or "not to worry, I'll get through this" and not asking my Father for help, not asking friends to ask Him on my behalf.
Just who do I think I'm talking about when I decide what He will or won't give me? Just who do I think I am to make that decision for Him. To decide how good God is. It kind of draws me up short when I think of it in those terms. How dare I presume to sit in judgment of God? In judgment of, "He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?"
How dare I ever think anything is too small or too big for my Father to give me? I dare I make God smaller and less than He is? My Father, Who gave His own Son on my behalf, has already given the greatest, the best, gift I could possibly ever receive. All the rest is small potatoes in comparison. What a wonderful Daddy I have, and the gifts He gives ... well, it just doesn't get any better!
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