I saw it on my morning walk, in a
bird drying itself on a rock on a bank of the Canning River. I felt it in my
spirit as God ministered in the silence between a dear friend who’s suffering
and I. I have, at times, sensed there was a pervading and veritable darkness that
hovered because of a perceived lack of it. But I heard it, too, as I conversed
with another dear ministry friend as he shared with me how he has seen God
working in his midst, in ways he wouldn’t have seen had bad things not
happened.
God is working here, wherever ‘here’
may ever be.
God provided the air, heat and
evaporation for the bird to be dried. He worked in the silence in a situation
only silence can reconcile. He works to resurrect our perception of His
Presence. He works behind the scenes of our awareness, so, through our faith, His
Presence is piqued upon our awareness.
God is working even, and especially
even, when we don’t or can’t notice it; when we’re blind to the goodness and
faithfulness of Him who does little things that are never insignificant.
The interesting thing is the
confluence between the faithfulness of God and our obedience in those moments
when we can be as Jesus was; to do that by His Spirit.
In the gospel economy, the more we
lose the more we gain. And this is particularly where we most see God working.
Where we see God is present even
when things go wrong, we especially believe upon hope, waiting expectantly for
His Presence to shine. We’re prepared and ready, and we don’t readily lose that
hope.
God is working here, wherever our
here is, eternally, active now, in the past, for the future, always, whether we
notice Him working or not.
Nothing can ever or will ever
change this fact. God was working before creation, and will be working after
His physical creation is consumed.
There’s something incredibly
encouraging in knowing God’s working in the midst of the nothingness of our
lives.
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