Reason #765
I feel like I am spinning my wheels and getting no where. All this effort, attempts, and good intentions, and I feel stuck. I feel like I've gotten as far as I'm going to get and that's that. And yet I feel like there could be more. I feel like, surely, this isn't all that's in store. But maybe it is. Maybe it's wishful thinking on my part, or maybe, it's a hopeful heart because I have to believe there's got to be more.
I drove to work the other day feeling a little blah. Blah is the best word to use when you don't know what you're feeling. It's the word that describes that indescribable feeling, you know. Anyway, I thought about my predicament, and I thought about why I might be there. The first thing that came to my mind was James 4:2, "You do not have because you do not ask God." And I realized that I don't ask. Why is that? Why don't I ask God? Is it because deep down I am filled with doubt and fear? Is it because I don't think I could really do it? Is it because I don't really believe it could ever happen? Or, is it because I don't trust that God could ever do anything extraordinary with my life?
I asked. I felt like if that was the first thing that came to my mind, then I probably needed to just ask. After all, what's the harm? And, like they say, you never know until you ask. I felt better about it. It was a relief to finally just say it out loud. A relief to admit my desires and ask for them to be met. Of course, we all know that asking is just the first part. But I felt like it was a big step for me, because truth be told, I had a hard time feeling like I could ask.
If you read back to the earlier days of my blog, the Lord pretty much used the radio as His main means of speaking to me. The right song always came on just when I needed it. 2011 and 2012 were like the years of amazing new songs, and I felt like each one was written just for me. And if it wasn't a song that was encouraging me, it was the deejay's. It was as if they knew exactly what scripture to read or what story to share. And so, go figure, this morning the deejay would share the exact story I needed to hear to encourage my heart. And, what's more, is that her story was so very similar to the very thing I was asking about that it gave my heart the hope it needed.
Francesca Batastelli's new song played as I drove back to work after lunch. I turned it up as loud as my ears could stand, and as I sang along, those same feelings came back to me. And I realized this was Him. I realized that He heard. And although I still have absolutely no idea what His answer will be, or when I'll find out, I am thankful that He has one, and I am thankful that He always replies.
#765 - Because He always replies.
"I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer." - Psalm 17:6
I drove to work the other day feeling a little blah. Blah is the best word to use when you don't know what you're feeling. It's the word that describes that indescribable feeling, you know. Anyway, I thought about my predicament, and I thought about why I might be there. The first thing that came to my mind was James 4:2, "You do not have because you do not ask God." And I realized that I don't ask. Why is that? Why don't I ask God? Is it because deep down I am filled with doubt and fear? Is it because I don't think I could really do it? Is it because I don't really believe it could ever happen? Or, is it because I don't trust that God could ever do anything extraordinary with my life?
I asked. I felt like if that was the first thing that came to my mind, then I probably needed to just ask. After all, what's the harm? And, like they say, you never know until you ask. I felt better about it. It was a relief to finally just say it out loud. A relief to admit my desires and ask for them to be met. Of course, we all know that asking is just the first part. But I felt like it was a big step for me, because truth be told, I had a hard time feeling like I could ask.
If you read back to the earlier days of my blog, the Lord pretty much used the radio as His main means of speaking to me. The right song always came on just when I needed it. 2011 and 2012 were like the years of amazing new songs, and I felt like each one was written just for me. And if it wasn't a song that was encouraging me, it was the deejay's. It was as if they knew exactly what scripture to read or what story to share. And so, go figure, this morning the deejay would share the exact story I needed to hear to encourage my heart. And, what's more, is that her story was so very similar to the very thing I was asking about that it gave my heart the hope it needed.
Francesca Batastelli's new song played as I drove back to work after lunch. I turned it up as loud as my ears could stand, and as I sang along, those same feelings came back to me. And I realized this was Him. I realized that He heard. And although I still have absolutely no idea what His answer will be, or when I'll find out, I am thankful that He has one, and I am thankful that He always replies.
I'm an empty page
I'm an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark
Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won't You write Your story on my heart
I'm an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark
Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won't You write Your story on my heart
#765 - Because He always replies.
"I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer." - Psalm 17:6