I am not brave. I know women who have traveled to third-world countries, amidst violence and disease. I nervously check the locks twice, when my husband leaves town for a night. I know women who have shared the gospel with hostile family members. I tremble to answer a question. I know women who have endured almost thirty hours of natural childbirth. I’ve had three epidurals...
Do you do all the talking when you pray, listing all your cares, concerns and requests, never waiting or expecting to hear his heart about what you have shared with him?
It would seem much more “fitting” if Jesus had been like an “Undercover Boss” where He just disguised Himself for a time and then revealed Himself at just the right moment. But He didn’t do that..
Grace Enough 