My friend and I are doing a week-long challenge. To spend an hour a day with our Savior. We thought, we have 24 hours in a day, and usually we don’t even spend one full hour with Him. So that’s our goal this week. And I think blogging counts, since it is usually about Him anyway. I’m bad at secular blogging. Oops :/
What’s funny is that this is the same friend I got into a stupid fight with last night. Over I don’t even know what. But we’re good now. She accepted my peace offering and we are happy friends again.
I’m struck by God’s timing. By how everything, though it may now seem useless and superfluous, is so very intentional. That waiting is not just to wait, but because other things are happening. Other people’s hearts are being prepared. Life is working itself over there before we can go over there. And what may seem like dumb and meaningless waiting to us is imperative in order for our future to be what He wants it to be.
It’s one of those retrospective days. I’m remembering what He’s done. And it’s so much easier to trust when I remember. God always reminded His children about how He delivered them from slavery, parted the Red Sea, and sustained them with manna. What a God, what a deliverance. What a story.
What a love.
We all have that story that we must not, we cannot forget. There are cities to walk around, false gods to destroy, and a nation to set up. We cannot afford to forget His faithfulness in the past, because we will lose our faith in the future if that happens.
To be honest, remembering how He’s restored me, gave me a confidence in Him, a trust in Him, removed my fear, and done an overall miracle in my life is the only way I can face tomorrow.
It’s how I know I’ll be fine. When my best friend and I are yelling at each other, when I’m so confused about life, and when all I seem to ever do is practice piano, I remember how He delivered me from my bondage, parted my Red Sea, and sustained me when I was in the desert.
I think I could simply remember for an hour.
Amen.
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