My way is totally
different than God’s way. I am human, He is God. An example of
my way being different is when Jesus was entering Jerusalem and
sent His disciples to fetch the colt. Jesus was living the
scriptures. I would have added some drama to this. I would have
wrote the script to where the donkey appeared on the way, rather
than having to send someone for it.
That is where my all of
mistakes begin. I like to write my own script. I can’t write as
good as God, but It so easy for me to go ahead and try. After
all, I am in a hurry and don’t want to wait for God’s decisions,
mine always come faster. I am impatient. I want it now. That is
my own self-centeredness. To me, it is me who counts.
When I finally do
realize that He is the Master and I am the servant, my self
centeredness goes away. I learn I need to follow His script, not
mine. Mine is so tiny compared to His, but, at any given
time, mine can seem better to me, and my way seems like the
right thing to do. But when I find out, and I always find out
the hard way, my thing is always at the farthest point from the
right thing. I can’t see far enough ahead to tell whether
something is right or wrong. God knows the future, I don’t. He
has the plan, I don’t. He is the tour guide.
It always better when I
shut up and follow the tour guide than it is to be the tour
guide. It’s God’s tour, not mine. So I need to let Him be the
tour guide. I need to sit down, shut up, and hold on tight.