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It’s amazing how wilfully blind I have been! For a while now I’ve been praying and asking God for a deeper knowledge and understanding of Him. I had a brief glimpse one day – a glorious moment in the midst of all the chaos – a moment in time when I was given a foretaste of eternity...drenched in His love, I was overwhelmed by the utter beauty, breathless at His awesome glory, broken by the depth of His love...This was Love – pure and holy...poured out on me... But that was one afternoon. Life would be so amazing if I had experiences like that every day. Yet, even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t meant to happen. That glimpse that I was privileged to enjoy was an experience I will always treasure, but it was just that – an experience. Of course that didn’t stop me asking Him for more! The reply was painfully realistic – “... your father ... judged (defended) the cause of the poor and needy... Was not this knowing Me?” says the Lord.” * Ins...

There was a moment of blinding revelation as the rose-tinted glasses were wrenched from my eyes and I saw myself for who I was. And with my next breath I started fervently hoping that God suffers fools gladly. Make that singular with a capital F and you have yours truly! I find that I am not good at being led. I always want to be two steps ahead of God if not alongside Him. Which brings us to the inevitable result – me having to learn lessons the hard way with a bump and a crash. As I painfully picked up the pieces, I saw an incongruous image in my mind – God pushing a wheelbarrow and I sitting in it, weeping copiously at just about every situation and circumstance. It would be quite funny if it weren’t so true! And then it struck me. I was facing the wrong way! Sitting and peering into the darkness and uncertainty was what led to the afore-mentioned moment-of-blinding-revelation! I needed to turn and face Him. After all, since He’s pushing the wheelbarrow, my peering ahead isn’t g...