Miracles

I was reading in Matthew today. Matthew 12:38-45. In this passage, the Pharisees say to Jesus, "Teacher, we want to see a miraculous sign." Jesus answers, "A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a miraculous sign." 


"In trembling insecurity, the disciple pleads for proofs from the Lord that her affection is returned. If she does not receive them, she is frustrated and starts to suspect that her relationship with Jesus is all over or that it never existed. If she does receive consolation, she is reassured but only for a time. She presses for further proofs--each one less convincing than the one that went before. In the end, the need to trust dies of pure frustration. What the disciple has not learned is that tangible reassurances, however valuable they may be, cannot create trust, sustain it, or guarantee any certainty of its presence. Jesus calls us to hand over our autonomous self in unshaken confidence. When the craving for reassurances is stifled, trust happens."

It hit me good today. How often do I ask God to show me miraculous things? To give me proof that He loves me? That I can trust Him? That He's ever present with me? There Jesus was, performing miracles everyday, yet the Pharisees asked Him to do a miracle. They were missing His miracles. They were missing His presence. They were blinded by themselves. What everyday mircales of God am I missing while waiting for Him to show me one that I want to see? What ways is God showing me that He loves me that I'm missing because He's not loving me the way I think He should love me? How is He showing me that I can trust Him that I'm missing because He's not building trust the way that I want Him to?

This is the selfishness that I have to get rid of. I have to stop. God does love me. God is trustworthy. I just have to let go of....self.

Man I hate the flesh.


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