
On the weekend I was playing flag football. In one of the huddles the quaterback told me to run straight down the field and just keep going. If I was open he would throw me the ball. After the play started, off I went. I beat my coverage, Shadow Brown, and had gone a far distance down the field and thought to myself, I have gone to far; he can't throw it that far. I could hear the quaterback faintly in the distance, "keep going, keep going". I slowed down but kept moving farther down the field. The quaterback let go of the ball and it sailed way over my head. The quaterback knew he could throw that far. He knew what he was talking about.
How many times do we limit God. God, you can't do that. It's too far, it's too hard, it's not natural.
What's that Lord? Yes Lord, going deep.