God forces our hand.
I told that to someone recently.
I don’t know if it’s theologically correct.
There’s not really a verse about it that I can name off the top of my head.
But it’s a feeling.
Something I’ve felt again and again.
Like God knows what He’s doing. He knows everything.
He knows the cards you’ve been dealt. He dealt them.
He knows if you’re playing overly conservative, or if you’re playing loosey goosey.
He knows if you’re playing the hand well.
And He calls you out.
He calls your bluff.
Or, He calls your proof.
He says, “Show ’em.”
You lay the cards down on the table.
You lay your words out on the page.
Do they hold up? Or are they garbage?
“You tell me,” He laughs.
Omer Redden 