“To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit. Hear the voice of my pleas for mercy, when I cry to you for help, when I lift up my hands toward your most holy sanctuary.” Psalm 28:1-2 ESV. . . I dunno about you guys, but my heart has been feeling pretty heavy this week. I feel like all I’ve been doing is exactly this verse—crying out to God and asking Him to hear me and speak to me, loud and clear...but here I am, still waiting for His answer. Still waiting. . . Before you get too excited or worried, believe me—I *know* God hears me, and I know He hasn’t forgotten or forsaken me. I 100% get it, and I’m at a point in my life where I’ve learned to just trust Him regardless of how I or others feel. But I’m also human, and I’m starting to realize that there are some things about God and His ways I may not completely understand, even though I want to. There are some “answers” God gives that will take time (maybe even a lifetime) to make sense to me...and I need to be okay with believing that. (Maybe you should be, too.) ... I need to be okay with trusting in a God whose plans and promises, will and way, are beyond my human comprehension or logic. I need to be okay with bringing my doubts and fears TO God, not letting them turn me AWAY from God. And, like Jacob, and maybe a little bit like Job, I need to keep wrestling with and earnestly clinging to God every day as I try to better understand His will and His plan for me. . . Hands and voice lifted, heart and spirit opened...I’m here, God. Ready to receive. . . #waitingontheLord #trustingHim #Hehears #Heknows #Heisgreater #neverleaves #norforsakes #eternallyfaithful #solidRock #YOBL #yearofbiblicalliteracy #day27 #january #lesgooooo #psalm28 (at East River, New York City)
