As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things. Ecclesiastes 11:5
The older I get the more I learn how much I don’t know. That must be wisdom. It doesn’t come with age, I have girls I encourage who are young and a lot wiser than I was. I was never street wise, and as believer at any early age, I thought if you were Christian you could be trusted. Maybe, it is a generational gap, I had a few mean girls I avoided but cyberspace has opened a new world to girls. I was naive, trusting. I believed in people when I should have believed in the words of Christ I memorized.
The more I learn about God, the less I realize how much I knew Him. Many people, even born again never walk in His best. Don’t ever underestimate Him. You can never put him in a box, it occurred to me that He doesn’t even need me, even though I was predestined to do the things He planned. I wondered why He would bless a nobody like me with the ability of words. But I have been writing since I was little. Still, He doesn’t need me, He just let’s me enjoy the gift. It is Him I trust.
I had dreams that didn’t pan out. I never understood why until I learned more about the adversary. I fought him in the ways I knew how, and He was merciful not to let me get devoured. He still is. That enemy has roamed most likely since I was being knit together, I had trouble being born, and as a child, I could not understand the work, the Maker of all things.
I didn’t as a girl or a woman and I doubt even as a mature one I don’t understand it. I never understood that my prayers were that important, that my words not only spoken but written and prayed carried such weight with Him, He didn’t need me to be a missionary, I was busy praying and studying healing, but I was hurting the enemy. I didn’t have to be on the mission field when He was. The battlefield was my mind, the enemy loves to go after the soul who has something to offer.
I wanted to do things, things I could not do, wasn’t smart enough or strong enough to do but He was. I prayed a lot of intercession, but the Holy Spirit was moving, in His power and in His love. He didn’t need me to be smart or strong, when I am, it is because He allows me to be. I learn more every day and it’s not that is not only more of Him and less of me, it is more of Him and more of me, the me that He wants me to be.
I thought I may have been a little too proud of some of the things I had been gifted with and maybe that is why I needed slowing down, but that was not the case at all. I was under attack from that adversary. Though I knew all the weapons of warfare, I cast down imaginations more that anyone, I think too much or rather thought too much. I tried to be in the Spirit and let every fiery dart be quenched. I held my shield of faith and stood firm. But I never saw myself, worthy and loved and I let way too many things hurt and hinder me.
I never knew the path of the wind that moved for me, He didn’t need me, He was able to accomplish what I could not, even if I had prayed for it. I never knew how I was knit together in the womb, with words and love, a nurturing and care giving way that blessed many, but was lost to quite a few who never appreciated the essence of words.
I still have a lot to learn and eternity will be plenty of time to grasp the love of God who created us so uniquely and so wonderfully made us, we don’t always understand the wind, or the womb, I’m sure it is why He hates abortion, how cruelly people can destroy lives, even the unborn, never allowing God to bring them into His good plan. But He gives us choices, and should you have had one, He forgives, for as I said we don’t always know His ways.
They are far above ours and they are love, divine love, holy and sacred love that is so far above what we can dream. It is in the wind of His gentle Spirit, still creating us, delivering us again, as we are born again. From the Spirit, from the rechem, pronounced with like it sounds with a hard ch sound. It is the word for womb in Hebrew, it is the root for compassion. So God allowed us to be born again out of the spiritual womb, by His compassion. We should be more aware of the spiritual realm and how He is blessing us with the wind from the womb. Rebecca Jones /stock photo