My daughter came over this morning to pick up a package which was delivered for her here. She was on her way to work, but we had a couple minutes to talk. And in the minutes her tears came. Because she's under stress right now.
Trusting God, but not seeing the way things are going to work out.
Praying and believing He will do what is good and right, but not privy to His game plan.
Certain He knows what He's doing, but wishing it was done.
Yeah. That's where my girl and her husband are right now.
In the waiting.
But even when you have faith, waiting is hard. And sometimes the tears will flow.
And my momma's heart feels her pain.
Their pain.
Yet I noticed a new feeling today when I saw my daughter's tears.
That is, I missed an old feeling.
What I'm trying to say is, it was OK. My daughter's tears didn't cause me to panic. I didn't have an urge to rush in and make everything all better. (I mean, I can't!) Because I, too, trust that God is able. I, too, am praying and believing. Even though I cannot see the end from the beginning, I am also certain He knows what He's doing. And in His perfect time, I am confident HE is going to take them exactly where they need to be.
So I am not feeling the need to fix her circumstance and banish her tears. Rather, I'm going to keep on praying and trusting the One who is at work.
The One who is able.
The One who is writing this story.
The One who is growing my "kids" accoring to HIS perfect plan.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.(Is it any wonder I found myself reading about faith this morning, too? HE is so into the details!)
~Hebrews 11:1
