Thro’ The Open Door

Door-1“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God:  how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!”

At age 11 I felt God’s call on me to be a missionary.  It was a wonderful experience even at that tender age.  Many years passed and roadblock after roadblock was thrown in my way. It seemed that I would never be permitted to follow God’s calling. But I remained faithful and hopeful that one day God would open the door I was to walk through.

I finally decided that perhaps my place in God’s Kingdom was to make a lot of money and help support missionaries.  In essence, I was questioning the wisdom of God but not for long.  My Heavenly Father let me pursue my earthly interests for a time then one day a still small voice said, “Sharon, I don’t want your money I want you.”  It is difficult for us to understand God’s wisdom for we see the here and now only rather than the perfect timing of an all-knowing Heavenly Father.

God’s wisdom is displayed in the flashy peacock and the grossly ugly hippo sliding in the mud.  We can identify God’s wisdom in the peace of a quiet lake or in the trembling of a volcanic mountain.  Scientists do not understand because  God’s wisdom is appalling.  God bestows His wisdom upon mankind as the reward  for holding on to faith in the dark; walking forward in the fog and listening to God rather than complaining that His timeline does not line up with ours.

In 1982, at age 30 God’s plan unfolded and I found myself on my way to work in a mission in Costa Rica. I was overwhelmed with peace and joy as I stepped confidently thro’ that open door.


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