The Impossible Made Possible-The 21st Day of Christmas

On the 21st day of Christmas my true love gave to me a prophecy of a savior who would die for me (Psalms 22).

I started to take a picture of what seemed virtually impossible to have happened, but a picture would not have revealed the intricacy of my entanglement. One of my locks got tripled knotted in the tie of my apron. It was so tight and looked so intentional, I couldn’t get it unlatched; the entanglement looked like it belonged. I immediately knew that the only way I could get free from the apron would be to cut my lock so that’s exactly what I did, right at the root of the latticed arrangement.

Of course there was a larger lesson for me—for us—when I may be involved in something that is really weighing me down, keeping me from getting to where I should be. That weight could be a person, a habit, or an attitude that gets mixed up in our normal affairs and keeps us from operating naturally and supernaturally. This day the apron represented my attitude, and I knew I had to cut my hair from it so I could perform my normal day. But the even greater lesson for me was that God could allow my lock to be triple-knotted in my apron tie to teach me just what I needed—the seemingly impossible made possible, something that could only happen with God. This reminded me of the Psalms and how only God could produce the messianic ones and they come to pass just like He said.

For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet. They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.—Psalm 22:16 & 18.

These were the words of King David talking about his experience and points to what will become true of Jesus Christ. These very verses in Psalms come to pass in John 20:25 & 27 and Matthew 27:35-36. But these aren’t the only ones. Check out others that reveal the presence of Christ and show that our powerful God could use disparate times and incidents and make them connect, pointing us to our Savior.

Copyright 2010 by Rhonda J. Smith