I stand at the sink, sleeves rolled, heart heavy.
I dunk the plate into the bowl of as-hot-as-I-can-stand-it soapy water because the pipes have been backed up since Wednesday and the plumber doesn’t come until Monday but I need to do something.
The suds swirl and cover the dish and I scrub and I pray.
The liar whispers, “What if He doesn’t?”
“And even if He doesn’t,” I say.
If the God we serve exists, then He can rescue us from the furnace of blazing fire, and He can rescue us from the power of you, the king. But even if He does not rescue us, we want you as king to know that we will not serve your gods or worship the gold statue you set up. Daniel 3:17-18 (emphasis mine)
It has sure felt like a fiery-furnace kind of year. I think back to this same time last year, how we prayed for God to get us back to Ireland.
And everyone asked us, “But what if He doesn’t?”
“And even if he doesn’t, He is worthy,” we replied.
The pot of cool water for “rinsing” feels refreshing as it soothes the scalding heat of the cleansing water. Like the balm of the reassurance that His ways are not mine; His ways are oh so much higher.
Dunk. Sud. Scrub. Pray.
I think of my friends with the scary diagnosis. We pray, we believe, we expect miraculous tests.
In the quiet places the accuser whispers, “He won’t.”
And we all ask, “What if He doesn’t?”
And she whispers, with trembling voice, “Even if He doesn’t, I am His.”
Dunk. Sud. Scrub. Pray.
I think of my family. The ones I love. I pray for healing. Please, God.
My own heart whispers, “But what if He doesn’t?”
Yes, even if He doesn’t, He is good. He is holy. He is kind. He is Love.
The suds are fading and the water grows cool. The dishwasher serves as a drying rack and I wipe my hands. They are rough and chapped from the heat. Like my heart.
So I pray.
And I remind myself with Truth and I thank God for His goodness…
Even if He doesn’t.
Does it seem no matter how hard you work, things just don’t seem to get better and the outlook seems bleak?
I have so been there, friend. I want to encourage you, though, that God is present and He is whispering His story of love and grace to you every single day.
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Have you ever felt like the world is out to get you? Or maybe it’s God that is against you. He’s displeased with your version of faith and has turned his back on you and turned his favor toward someone else?
Yeah, I’ve felt that way, too. It can be easy to feel that way when nothing seems to be going in your favor.
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I have not been the wife or mother that I long to be lately. I’ve been terse, curt and snappy. My compassion has waned of late.
In desperation I turned to the one place I could find lasting help – The Bible. I am still prayerfully working on allowing the Word of God to transform me to be more like Christ – with a loving, giving attitude – but I wanted to share with you all today 5 verses that are helping to refill my Compassion Tank.
It seems as though much of what we hear about in Christian circles these days is balance. Balance in our homes, balance in our Spiritual lives, balance in our health.
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This post is part of the Time Out: Finding Balance as a Busy Mom series.