Genesis 12:1 "Now the LOrd had said unto Abram, get thee out of thy country and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will shew thee."
I wonder if Abraham thought "Are we there yet?" when God led him to an unknown land.
The part of this story that interests me ...is the fact that God spoke to Abraham and he heard God. Was he already dissatisfied with his idols and religion? Was he seeking the true God? Did God speak to him with an audible voice. Whatever the circumstances, we know that God spoke and Abraham heard and obeyed.
He took his wife, Sarah, and left his family. I'm sure there must have been some complaints and accusations from those they left. "How can he be so irresponsible? Why doesn't he just settle down and raise his family here?" I wonder if Sarah missed her home?
My father moved our family often and I complained (sometimes verbally, but mostly inwardly). I called it "gypsy blood", because my grandparents also moved around a lot. I feel it too sometimes... the desire to see new places and meet new people. I know my kids have it in them, also, and I find myself wishing they would settle down.
But... who can tell another person where God wants them to live? We don't know where He is leading them. We can only pray that they are listening to His voice.
Lord, help me to hear Your voice and obey its sound. Help me to respect others when You lead them in a direction that I don't understand. Lord, keep us close to You so that we know Your voice above the babble of the world. In Jesus' Name, Amen
4 comments:
This is so insightful, and it really ministered to me this morning. Anointed post.
I love thinking about God talking to Abraham, too. And Abraham listened and obeyed. Am trying to learn that lesson. A hard one, for sure. Love you, Vonnie. Miss you tons.
That obedience is SO hard - whether you hear an audible voice or not. Thanks for these thoughts - good stuff, my friend.
I like thinking about the everyday life parts of the stories we hear in the Bible. I know what you mean about the wanderlust, too. My dad had it, though he limited most of his to just moving to different houses in the same city.
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