Recently at a gathering, a friend shared these episodes of reality.
The bush that Moses encountered was just an ordinary bush until it burned without consuming it. The staff was just a staff, until it turned into a snake. The rock was one of many, until Moses struck and water gushed out. The Red Sea was just a body of water, until God parted it for His people to cross on dry land. David’s rocks were simple stones, until he used one to defeat Goliath. Mary was a humble peasant girl, until God touched her with a miracle.
See, that’s how it works. Our life may be mundane, until we encounter the wonder of God’s love. Our future might be a series of tomorrows, until the horizon of His riches appears. Our dreams might be elusive, until we believe God’s power at work.
And when it comes to loneliness, it might be a dark emotion, until you lift our eyes to Jesus and grab His hand.
That’s why His birth might be just an event, until we understand the reason. “‘A virgin shall be with child, and will bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,’ which is interpreted, “God with us” (Matt. 1:23).
