I’ve been languishing with the “When Will I Lord” prayer for months now. When will I get a fulltime job with benefits again? When will I get out of this debt situation? When will I get out of this awful apartment? When will my son start to show consistent signs of improvement? When? When Lord? WHEN?
With no apparent answers, I became tired, irritable and angry. Each time I pulled into the complex, instead of being grateful for a roof over my head, I’d mumble, “I hate this place.” Instead of getting enjoyment out of my two extremely fun jobs… I felt exhausted. And, when I should have been cheering the goals Manchild is reaching… I impatiently wanted him to be self-sufficient and ready for the world… now.
Over the weekend, I began hearing whispers from God. But, because I’d been so busy grasping; pulling and demanding answers, I’d been missing them. “Rest my child. Things will be better than before. My Grace is sufficient. Settle down and let me protect you while I prepare a new assignment for you.”
Then after Sunday’s powerful sermon from Dr. Jamal Harrison Bryant called “I Missed My Deadline” and this devotional, I felt confirmation on what God was telling me:
SMALL STRAWS IN A SOFT WIND by Marsha Burns — 2/8/11:
Don’t be afraid to take a break and relax. Your intensity in finding solutions to the problems you face will not even come close to the benefits of quiet rest in My presence and trusting Me to give you the necessary wisdom for breakthrough. This is not a time to tough it out in the strength of your own soul; it is a time to exercise resolute faith in My ability and willingness to bring you through every trial in victory, says the Lord. Only believe!
Psalm 107:28-31 Then they cry out to the LORD in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses. He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so He guides them to their desired haven. Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!
WOW! Humbled. Faithful. Resting in His Promises. #ThatIsAll
Hallelujah!
well said dear cousin. I applaud you and at the same time, I know how hard it is. Rest in Him and don’t beat yourself up!
Thank you. That’s been the hardest part. Trying not to beat myself up. I’m getting there though. It actually feels good not to fight so hard.