A faith with no coincidence
I was walking the beach this morning, praying through the thoughts in my mind, when this song came up on my playlist. I listened once and hit repeat. And then hit repeat again.
Burning Bushes
(Gullahorn/Kinney)
I've never seen a dead man come to life or seen a blind man get his sight.
I've never seen water turned to wine.
It isn't that I don't believe but it would be easier for me if you would just send down a sign.
I remember the childlike innocence.
A faith with no coincidence.
The world around was living proof.
Has that world just disappeared or is it me that isn't clear how to recognize it’s you.
I walk through the water and the waves looking for a drop of rain but you're still not coming through.
Maybe its new eyes that I need or maybe it takes more faith to see I'm drowning in the truth.
Chorus:
I'm praying for a miracle to let me know you're listening.
Waiting for a lightning bolt to strike.
Walking through a garden of a thousand burning bushes looking up to heaven for a sign.
As I was thinking about “It isn’t that I don’t believe, but it would be easier for me, if you would just send down a sign” - asking myself what it looks like to ask God for a sign, what it means to see that sign for myself, I saw the most beautiful shark’s tooth in the sand. In fact, I had walked right past it before I processed what I had seen and had to turn to go back and pick it up.
I was reminded of a conversation from over a year ago with my friend, Jenni, when she asked me, “What is God trying to teach you through these sharks’ teeth?”
I remember laughing a bit when she asked me that question, but this morning I realize that on the very morning I was thinking about asking for a sign, it was there.
