Two little words; one big concept: the dividing point between what is and what can be; the launching pad for grace; the separator of God's way from man's.
Just when we think we have it all figured out, outlined, lined up, and upright, we come across those two little words - yet God - and we see that, after all, He is God and we are not. He has the options, He holds the keys.
Are we surprised by this turn of events? After all, He gave us such intelligence, such creativity, such curiosity - why wouldn't He allow us the privilege of figuring things out on our own? Wouldn't He be proud of us if we did?
Ah, but there's the rub: ever since Adam lurked in Eve's shadow and whispered, "You first," man has sought his own way. He has felt that deadly, gravitational pull toward the center of himself, the easy way. Just let go and "be."
It's a snare from which we can't fight our way free. Our claws are useless.
"For we will surely die and are like water spilled on the ground which cannot be gathered up again Yet God does not take away life, but plans ways so that the banished one will not be cast out from him." - II Samuel 14:14