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A Truth I Never Noticed

            I love that God has more to teach me than I can learn in a lifetime!  I love that I can feel so close to Him and yet, in my closeness, know He is beyond my own experiences.  Loving God never ends.  I can’t even imagine what it will be like to love Him in heaven.

            This point struck me recently when the comparison between the Tower of Babel and the Events at Pentecost were pointed out to me.  When men decided that they would make their own way to God, God responded by confusing their human language and separating mankind (Genesis 11).  When the disciples had experienced the death, resurrection and ascension of God through Jesus His Son, God sent the promised Holy Spirit in fire and tongues that united mankind (Acts 2).

            Our life with God will never be what we expect.  His ways are so much higher than our ways.  If we really want to know Him, the first truth we must learn is that we will always be astounded, confused and unsure, yet deeply connected.  We must follow God’s lead rather than our own.

            At the core of every human being is a desire to find a way to connect to God.  We want Him for all the right and wrong reasons.  Like the ones who made their own way to God, I want to feel God’s power, knowledge and goodness in my life.  I want it for myself.  I don’t want it for Him or for others.  I want God in a wrong way.  It is a way that God will not allow. 

            This is what makes the reality of God sending Himself to us through His Son and now through His Holy Spirit more unimaginable.  I don’t have to be alone.  I never have to be without the sense of God’s presence with me.  Connecting to God for the love of God is far better for my soul than my other desire to connect to Him so that I can feel His power.

            God so longs to give us what our souls desire.  It is a journey to discover what is at the core of your desire for God.  It’s not about happy-ever-after; it is about love, intimacy and connection.  When you connect to God, you will connect to His devout followers.  You will speak the same language of the soul.

            Pursuing God will always astound and amaze us.  It will purify our longings for God that have nothing to do with Him.  It will drive us to the heart of God through the Holy Spirit who lives in us.

            The path to oneness with God involves waiting on His leading—not building your own tower to Him.  It is receiving what you could not produce on your own—supernatural wind, fire, and tongues; and it will result in unity with His followers.  I don’t know about you, but I want to stop building my own towers to Him and wait for what only He can give and enjoy the unity I feel with others who are amazed by His truths!

Copyright © 2013.  Deborah R. Newman www.teatimeforyoursoul.com  All Rights Reserved.

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