So there once was this lady named Elizabeth. She longed for a child....she prayed for a child....she begged
God for a child. But there was only silence. Year after year, prayer
after prayer went by....only crickets could be heard through her sobs.
Until one day in her senior citizen age, God said, "It's time, Elizabeth. I am giving you a child."
I can only imagine somewhere between her belly laugh over the craziness
of God's statement and the tears of joy over the miracle, she must have
wondered, "But why now, Lord?"
Social Security had already kicked in for her and
she was probably wondering if maternity was even covered. The thought
of a baby crawling around hanging onto her Medicare walker must have
been terrifying and yet, the happiest feeling she had ever felt. Oh, to
have been a bug on the wall of her mind!
We've all been Elizabeth. Longed, prayed and begged God for something we desperately wanted and needed; something we felt would be good for us....and
wondered if God even heard our prayers or cared about our happiness.
Much like Elizabeth from Luke 1, I am coming out of a season of
crickets. God has been strangely quiet on certain daily prayers I have
prayed over and over for years....begging for rescue....negotiating with
Him and pleading for MY way and in MY time.
But as I step ahead a few paragraphs into this new
chapter in my life, I stop and look back and it all makes sense. The
years of waiting....the deafening sound of silence...and what looked
like unanswered prayers were just the opposite. He WAS answering my
prayers.....but in His time; not mine. Because my time wasn't the best
time....it just seemed that way from where I was standing.
And in the words of Tim Keller, "Liz,
when a child of Mine asks Me for something, I don't give them what they
ask; I give them what they would have asked for if they knew everything
I know."
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