A post from several years ago about trusting God’s plans.
2But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are too little to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to be ruler in Israel, whose coming forth is from of old, from ancient days. Micah 5:2
Have you ever set down to work on a task and felt so completely unable to accomplish it? I feel that way right now as I sit here trying to write something meaningful from this verse. It is not that the verse is bad or anything. It is a lovely passage. Well, really all the Bible is lovely, but I especially adore any passages dealing with Jesus. I am just struggling to internalize this verse and apply it to leaving His footprints. I have a desire to always be the best at what I do. I am somewhat of a perfectionist. As I write that bit of self-disclosure, and ponder the reality of it, God starts to unpack this verse a little more for me.
I am sure there were a lot of towns, in which the inhabitants wished that the coming Messiah would be born there. I am not sure how it is where you live, but in my home state of Oklahoma, it seems all the little towns have signs up as you enter town, letting you know what famous people hail from there. I imagine towns like Jerusalem, Jericho, Bethany, and others wanted to someday post a similar sign about the Christ. They all thought they were the best town around, and that God should send the Savior through them. God did not do what the people thought was best though. He did as He saw fit. He sent Christ to earth via Bethlehem; a small town in a small region of Judah.
Isn’t that how it always is with God? We think we know what is best and we start out to follow that path. We want to achieve greatness in some arena and we know how best to find it. We may go a ways and fall, so we get up and continue to move forward. Maybe this journey becomes even tougher, so we start to fight even harder. Earlier today, I went for a bike ride. I have been riding just over 5 miles each day this week. My ride was going great. I started out going north, then turned to the west, and soon reached the point for me to turn back south. As I did, my ride could no longer be described as great. My first thought as I pedaled against the stiff wind was I wish I had my cell phone with me, so I could call someone to pick me up. I fought through the pain and the wind though. I was extremely sore when I got home. More so than any other day this week. Going against strong opposition does that. It causes pain and discomfort. When I was riding north today, my ride was smooth. I was making great time. Riding with the wind was easy. In the same way, following God’s path is always easier than fighting against it.
Today leave His footprints by not insisting on life being lived according to your plans. Let God guide you.