A certain man was standing at the entrance to a door, in an abandoned building. Exhausted, out of breath, He calls out to God. "God, God, God! I got it, I finally have it cornered, come help me." In an instance the Father shows up, wrapped in a towel because He was in the shower. He replies, "What's the fuss about son? How can I help you?" Pointing towards the corner of the room the man says, "That's the problem Father, that little creature cowering in the corner over there. Every time I try to do what you tell me to, he comes from the sideline and wreaks havoc. I can never catch him, yet for some reason today I tracked him down."
Problems in life are this way, they never seem to come at you head on. For whatever reason they attack indirectly, and flee before you can locate them. AMEN? This is because they know the authority within you, they realize you are more than a conqueror. So they practice guerilla warfare, quickly hopping in and wreaking havoc....then vanishing back in to the shadows.
God places his arm around the man's shoulder and says, "No worries, I got this. See this room? No windows, no possible way of escape. I'll take care of this. There's something I need you to do." He leans over, whispers a few words in the man's ear and sends him on his way. As the man approaches the front door of the building he looks back at God, God standing at the door with the problem chucks the deuces and goes inside the room. There is a slight rumble, a puff of smoke comes out from the bottom of the door, and the man exclaims; "My God, that's what I'm talking about." He heads out, and starts doing the work the Father has commissioned him to.
Three years later the man finds himself walking back past the building. Just to humor himself he walks inside, and heads to the room. As he opens the door, his jaw hits the floor. He can't believe what he sees. Not only is the problem present, he's living the life! He's got his feet kicked up on an ottoman, in a leather recliner, watching Netflix on a projection screen. The man screams out, "GOD, GOD, GOD!!!"
As always, the Father pops up. This time He's dressed in his golfing outfit, with a putter slung over his shoulder. "What's the problem now? I was shooting a round." With all the indignation he can muster the man replies, "What's the problem, what's the problem? This is the problem. I thought I told you to take care of this? Why is this problem sitting here living the life? I held up my end of the bargain, why didn't you hold up yours?"
Without a word, God looks at the man and claps his hands twice. Next they are sitting at a long table, the man on one end and God on the other. "You see, I'm God....you don't tell me what to do. That's your first mistake. The second one is you thinking you know what I'm doing. What I said is I'd take care of the problem, not destroy the problem. Take a look around this table." As God says it, all of this man's problems ever fill the seats. God continues, "Your problems and I had a little discussion. We came to a conclusion....YOU ARE THE PROBLEM. These three years you've been doing all I've asked to you. Never thinking twice about your problems, empowered. Then you did something I told you not to do, you came back to the building. Did I instruct you to do that?"
The man began to answer, yet all that came out was a stutter. "Exactly. I didn't. Did it ever dawn on you that I left the problem there for a reason. Maybe someone else needed to bump in to it, so they'd finally call on me. Maybe, just maybe; and I'm not sure you even realize it; maybe I left it there so you could show someone what I delivered you from. Stop worrying about your problems, and just do what I told you to."
BE BLESSED BE FAITHFUL