Miracles.
Rise up and walk kind of experiences.
Go and sin no more moments.
Speak Lord and it will happen type of trust.
Who is this man and how does He do these
things awe and amazement.
That’s what I want to see. Be apart of.
Know, experience, share and see.
My small group is going through the book of
Acts. As we walked through chapter 4, and discussed the lame man who asked
Peter for silver and gold, I had a thought.
Do I really and truly believe that miracles
happen the way we read about them in the scriptures?
Do I truly believe that someone can rise up
and walk when spoken in the name of Jesus with complete faith?
Or have I become so tainted and jaded by
“false prophets”, that I miss it when it really happens?
To me it seems like such a delicate balance.
A balance of the true belief in the Holy Spirit and those gifts, coupled with discernment
for that which is not of the Lord.
Because I love Jesus and I know He hears me,
I have no problem believing in the answered prayers I see coming to fruition in
front of me.
But what about miracles?
Do I really believe they exist?
I want to. I want to see them, experience
them, hear of them and believe in them.
I want my love for Jesus to be so strong and
firm that I don’t doubt the possibility of miracles.
I don’t just want to read about them to
believe in them. I want to believe in them and know them to be true.
True because the One I love has said they are
so, and not only did them, but still does.
Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people.
Psalm 77:14
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