I cannot remember when, but someone complimented, noticed my faith.
I wish I could remember, just a conversation in passing I think.
I thanked them….said “I’m a work in progress.” Because I am.
Progress not perfection.
Doubtful but not nearly as often doubting God.
And lately, I say “Time will tell” about most everything.
And I’ve said “God has a plan.”
in response to unknowns so many times a day I should be constantly at rest, in submission.
And I recall my best stance, my life verse, the Lisa God knows best, God made this way.
Quietly confident…resting strongly. Isaiah 30:15
I woke this morning and thought of prayer. Can’t see, can’t touch, can’t measure…like faith it is most real in the looking back, the remembering of the written, the spoken, the thought, the mentioned to God, to friend, just to self. I thought of my frustrations, my drive to intervene, to fix, to shed light on an unfair turn of events.
My prayer, my thoughts, my surrender. God answered. He convicted. The unfair and upsetting became fair and possible.
I had rested. I had waited. I am waiting more often.
I am drawing near, staying near.
Refusing to doubt.
Doing what I can…letting God do the rest.
Early morning brings a prayer of clarity:
Lord, remind me of the gift of coming back to you. Remind me of clarity and of your sovereignty. Keep me aware of the joy of quiet. Make me an example to others of the blessing of trust, of confident quiet. Give me simple, yet powerful boldness in declaring your mercy and your grace and Lord, most of all, thank you for loving me in the times my prayers are angry, rambling, frustrated, and disheartened. I thank you Lord, for the gift of quiet, for this is when I see, I feel, I recognize…
You were listening.
In Jesus name, Amen.