And they sat before him, the firstborn according to his birthright and the youngest according to his youth. And the men looked at one another in amazement. Genesis 43:33
God’s child is meant to be spiritually intuitive. Though God is a communicator, much of the time, He is subtle. If I’m dull instead of intuitive, I will miss the significant signposts to my journey.
Joseph prepared a feast for his brothers. When they arrived, they were seated in order of their birth. Who was the first to notice? We’re not told. But eventually, all of them were stunned and speechless. They couldn’t imagine what was happening but knew that the moment was pregnant with implications.
What creates a pregnant moment conceived by God? Prayer. I see the need for change. I commit myself to pray over a long period of time. It will appear that God is inactive, but I keep my eyes on the horizon. By faith, I know that my prayers are being heard. By faith, I know that God answers the prayers of His children. Though I will walk through the wilderness of waiting, there will come a moment that will cause me to draw in my breath. Everything will feel like it’s shifting. Fragile. Tenuous. I dare not mess it up. If ever there is a time for me to stay quiet and watchful, it will be this moment.
But there is another kind of pregnant moment. It’s the kind wrought by human hands. I set out to make changes I believe need to be made. With my charisma and ingenuity, I set in motion a chain of events that stir things up. I’m nothing but a troublemaker without the hand of God leading me. What I bring about might be good, but it won’t be divine.
Right now, in a major area of my life, there is a moment being shaped by God through many prayers and many tears. The air is electric and the outcome is unknown. It’s time for human hands to be restrained and God’s hands to be loosed. Since spiritual intuition is a gift from God, I am a poor beggar this morning, asking God to open my eyes to everything I can’t see, yet discern. I’m praising Him as I hold my breath.
Something momentous, something of heaven, carved by You. That’s all I want. Amen