I don't typically read the Daily Bread, but for some reason, I happened to grab one at the start of Summer and I read way ahead. Cause that's how I roll. (I also read the last page of every book.) Apparently, I'd ripped out a page I liked, and stuck it in the front of my bible. Then I promptly forgot all about it.
Last weekend was excruciating for me on nearly every level. I also felt like I'd been given a specific encouragement in the form of a piece- no, a chunk, of hope, only to have God snatch it right out of my hands days later and stomp all over it. (Which I'm sure He didn't actually do. I'm just saying what it felt like.) I was crushed, absolutely broken-hearted, and then to be perfectly honest, I got good and mad at Him. I think, (and I cringe right about here, but I'm keeping it real) I even told Adrain that I was "really pissed off at God."
Anyhow, as we were heading home from church that night, I sat grinding my teeth in irritation. Then, I flipped the cover of my bible open, looking for a scrap of paper for my grocery list, cause I'd had enough. The torn-out page (from the upcoming August 21st daily bread) was staring right at me. I quickly skimmed through it, only to stop and re-read the whole thing very slowly, as it whispered directly into my situation. Here's a portion of it:
"Have you ever felt that God doesn't keep His promises?... After God promised Abraham, "I will make you a great nation" 25 years elapsed before the birth of his son Isaac.... Through the ups and downs, God kept reminding Abraham of His promise to give him a child, while urging him to walk faithfully with Him and believe. When we claim one of God's promises in the Bible, whether it is for peace of mind, courage or provision of our needs, we place ourselves in His hands and on His schedule. As we wait, it may at times seem as if the Lord has forgotten us. But trust embraces the reality that when we stand on a promise of God, He remains faithful. The assurance is in our hearts, and the timing is in His hands."
I wait and it feels like my prayers are going no higher than the ceiling. I force myself to practice faith that endures. When my resolve crumbles into tiny pieces of despair, I'll remember that what I feel isn't always what I know. So far, it hasn't been easy and I still don't know the outcomes of my situations- or if there even are any "outcomes" at this point. But I'm going to hold on to His faithfulness- even when it feels like He's not, and the assumed absence just about breaks my heart.
Are you waiting on something from God and feel like he might have forgotten about you? I know He has not, nor will He ever forget about you!
Hold on, and be encouraged. You aren't alone!
Wanna read more? The journey continues, here.