“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”
We don’t create new things.
My heart knows this well. My hands can muddle with the old, sift through the memories, and cling to the previously made, but my fingers cannot create something new. I cannot create something new.
We are the receivers.
I reject this because it defines my position: I am created and He is creator. This is good and this is true, but my prideful spirit is afraid. For if my position is to receive then my heart is dependent upon the giver. Dependent.
We are the beloved.
I believe but Oh Lord, help my unbelief. To be the beloved means we are not the forsaken. We are not the lonely. We are not without a shepherd. We are not without a hope. We are not without a purpose. We are not without design. We are not alone.
We “do not perceive it.”
How can we? The ground moves and we are focused on our hands and our strength and our minds. The heavens break and we look to what we know. For what we know, we think we controlled. What we remember, we think we can master. But He is patient. He is kind.
He is doing a new thing.
He is active; never passive. He is strong; never weak. He is bold; never shy.
“Springs”. That’s a strong word. It’s not as if God’s plan weakly comes to the surface. His doing never comes forth without majesty. Perhaps if I do not see the majesty I am still hoping in my hands. Perhaps if I do not feel the new, I am convinced the old is better.
Perhaps, I need to believe more in the One that crafted my hands and less in the mere flesh on my bones. Perhaps that’s why my flesh is failing. Perhaps that’s why my knees go weak and my chest is tired.
Perhaps He loves us enough to show us our weakness.
Perhaps He loves us enough to be our strength.