There have been times that I doubted, wondering whether God heard me and whether God would act. Answers seemed to take forever, when I wanted them to come soon, like now.
Underneath it all, I knew that God heard my prayers and that there’d be an answer. It may not look like what I want, but it might just be better for me and those around me. I’d have to trust.
I remember a sermon by a pastor, now retired. He painted a picture of a person in a rowboat out on a large, deep lake. We were to picture ourselves in that boat. We’d brought along a large sack that we’d filled with all our worries and past “stuff” and then we were to throw that bag overboard. Let it sink to the bottom, then row back to land. And we couldn’t retrieve anything.
We trust God to take care of us, then move forward with that strength until the day we meet Jesus face to face, just as the apostle Paul told the people in Corinth.
Dear God, we often need reminders that the price of grace has already been paid. As we ask, help us to be patient. In Jesus' name. Amen. — CRW