We all do it.
Some may not want to admit it, but we live our time on earth searching.
We weren’t all born with the genius of Einstein (and hopefully not with his hair) but an innate sense of curiosity or how can I beat the system?
The growing up years are a formidable era to seek for whatever we believe will bring us joy and happiness. Spare yourself the effort and learn from those who have already walked down that “yellow brick road” of discovery only to be told, “I am not a wizard.”
What you think you are looking for is not at the end of the rainbow or the gates of Emerald City. Usually it is right in front of you but blinded to 20/20 vision.
You ask, “But how do you know?” I just do. Ask me.
The task before those of us who walked down the “yellow brick road” and passed the Emerald City in a bolt of lightning have to step back at times and pray.
As a parent, watching children make the same mistakes we did is like living them over again. Yet, certain personalities push the buttons of educating themselves by process of elimination, “inquiring minds” or simple stubbornness.
Either way is attemptable and may end in complete harmony with God or contempt. Which way works better? That depends on the heart.
Would I be the person I am today had I bypassed the “yellow brick road?”
Joseph ended up in another country, imprisoned and beaten for 13 years for abiding by the laws of God…..you might say he was the good guy.
Paul was the educated elitist down the hall of Harvard; yet misery followed him once he came to know Christ. Were his actions of accusations, persecutions and obliterating many Christians a result of his sin prior to his conversion?
The search becomes a journey lending itself to growth and maturity. It might be said we do it to reach a comfort level, or accomplishment or just getting through it to end the pain. The incentives creep out of the woodwork like mice hunting for the ultimate block of cheese. The trap is set; but the cheese smells so good….The mouse must decide if the allure is worth an ambush.
Baits are always set; how we respond to them depends on what kind of fish we are.
Do we swim and grab it? Do we mosey around it a while hoping it will fall off the hook by itself? Or do we ignore it and find an easier meal at “Joe’s Crab Shack?”
The answers to life’s searching questions take on many trips. Long trips; short trips and even side trips. It’s the side trips that always getcha…
Whether you are a mouse wanting the “big cheese” or a fish eating crab, God meets us wherever we are.
Whatever messes we made, or delusions we believed, when we reach for God he always reaches back with something good.
He knows our hearts and how to repair them.
After all he was a carpenter wasn’t he?
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