I am not good at waiting. I guess because I grew up in the age of microwaves and instant everything.
I wish I could tell you that while I sit in the waiting room I am peacefully at rest, but that is not the case.
In actuality, I am more of a Sara type. I want to make things happen at any cost.
I think God needs my help.
I know He is the Savior of the world in my head, but sometimes that doesn’t drop down to my heart. So, I come up with contingency plans.
I think about what I can do differently and say better in hopes of changing things.
But then He puts me in a corner where I am helpless, and all of my scheming is unveiled.
He leaves me bare, and I realize that my way is lifeless.
When I demand my way, I end up with nothing.
I end up in the exact spot I feared to enter.
There in the darkness, I realize that I am not alone. He speaks to me tenderly. He woos me to His side with words of compassion. He picks me up and lifts me out of the mire.
I lift up empty hands to Him and hope blooms again.
Maybe you are like me — reluctant to trust Him with everything. Maybe you have schemed and tried to save yourself.
If you’ve landed in a dark place, I want to remind you that you don’t have to stay there. You can offer up your pain and brokenness to Him.
You don’t have to be a Sara type.
Let’s choose differently.
I want to join in with Anna. I want to take my grief and my loneliness and my shattered dreams and offer them up to Him.
I want to worship with reckless abandon day and night.
I want to persist in praise.
I want to keep looking forward with hope for my Salvation.
Lay me down, Lord. Make my life an altar.
This year, my desire is to lift up holy hands and “Pray Big.” Want to join me? I’ve created a private “Pray Big” Facebook group for like-minded sisters to share their stories and surrender each one to our mountain-moving God in prayer. Let’s cry out to God together.