Don’t Miss It…

1 Thessalonians 5:2 “For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.”

2 Peter 3:10 “But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.”

I can remember special days long awaited that brought great joy when they came. My first bike, first dates; holding hands, and that first kiss. Graduation. Maybe it was your first car or your wedding day. Pregnancy and new life that literally changed your life forever.

But then there are those times that we never plan for… A car accident that takes something. Whether it was a scratch or dent; our mobility or tragically; a life. The doctor’s prognosis that alters our dreams and plans. It could have been that your company is no longer in need of your services.

We’ve felt the jubilation of dreams realized and the utter disappointment of those days that never came. Things may have turned out better than we had hoped for or disaster struck and all the expectation disappeared along with the joy of anticipation.

Try as we might, we cannot control our lives to effect an outcome – sometimes it just happens. As a saved child of God, though, we can have peace that come what may, we can rest in the fact that my God has already been in my future and made provision for you and me to succeed. Jesus said:

John 14:1-3 “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”

Every child of God has this promise – He will come again. But as for the day or the hour – we cannot know.

Matthew 25:13 “Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.”

Sobering words.

I have heard some who would say that yes, we cannot know the day nor the hour, but have conjectured that we CAN know the year or the season.

This morning, my meditation brought me to a place of expectation. The thought is this:

As I knelt to pray, I expected to be heard. In my prayer, I expected to be brought into His presence. By faith, I asked the the Holy Spirit would guide me in that prayer and I fully trusted that what I prayed was what God wanted me to bring before Him.

God answers prayer.

Often, we say it as a Christian cliche – but can you testify to others that God answered YOUR prayer? I can say with a joyful heart that God truly answers prayer because He has answered MY prayers.

I began asking God to remind me when He answers my prayers. I ask because I cannot expect that He will answer quite the way I desire Him to and I may very well miss His answer to something I prayed for.

As much as I look forward to the coming of Christ, I look forward to the opportunities to brag on my God and His answers to prayer. It is those evidences that reveal Him to a lost and dying world so in need of His presence. As I age, I want the days of my life to have meaning; to have an impact for Christ.

I must enlist my God to do for me what I cannot because I fear I will miss an opportunity for someone to hear the glorious gospel, receive comfort or be helped in some way. We limit our significance thinking that we have little to do with how we can make a difference.

Do not miss today what it is God would have you to do. It is no small matter. It may very well mean life or death to those we work with; those in our own household.

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