There is a specific prayer I’ve been consistently lifting to God for the last year.
Sometimes, I ask Him to give me just a tiny glimpse of a sign that He is hearing my prayer and working in this situation.
Sometimes I feel renewed in my belief that the answer is on its way. Sometimes I don’t, and then my prayer is punctuated with tears.
Sometimes I consider taking a break from praying about this specific situation because I convince myself God is sick of hearing about it.
Sometimes I believe His perceived silence means that other parts of the plan are getting set in motion.
Sometimes I believe He is developing a characteristic in me that I need to be equipped with to better handle the answer to the prayer once it comes.
And sometimes I conclude my prayer with, “Lord, I trust You, but…,” along with a variety of the following options: but I don’t see You working, but I don’t get why it’s taking so long, but maybe I heard You wrong, but maybe my prayer is on the bottom of Your list.
This morning was one of those times. Continue reading