By Charlie Johnston
I am finally home today. Got home this afternoon with my luggage intact and everything.
Something for you to contemplate while I get resettled. Most of the time, I am given some information and expected to figure it out, work out an approach. On rare occasions, I am given a direct order by the Master. I have told you before that sometimes I am rather sulky during our interactions, as I am told to do or say things that do not make sense to me, that I don’t understand, or that I think will make things worse.
On a couple of occasions, I have sullenly remarked to the Lord that “that is not how I would do it.” His response on each occasion was merely to say, “I know,” with a wry smile.
Jesus, I trust in You.