Lord please grant that more of my life be driven by an overwhelming sense of joyful “want to” and not by a weighty sense of forced “ought to”.
I have dreamed of a time when my heart is nestled safely in Faith’s home. Where there is not a degree of space for doubt to live nor opportunity for its conniving hand to come knocking.
In my vision, I would stay in this home for a lifetime, my feet graced by a floor becoming ever more solid with the passing years. I would have no fear of the forces outside. I could not be persuaded to leave no matter how massive the coming storm.
If, beyond the walls, a distracting cacophony should urge me to leave for a period, I would not be tempted to even glimpse through a peep-hole in the back door. I would rest safely in Faith’s home until my time to go. And as I move into a place where no walls are needed, those around me will give tribute to the Builder of the home, where I rested, for a lifetime.
Her surgery went well. The tumor was benign. We had prayed for that. We had hoped for that. We even dared to expect that. But we knew it could have been otherwise, so we thank God for an answer to prayer and the result we had been hoping for. I don’t always get what I want. I don’t always get what I ask for. I don’t know why some stories have happy endings and others do not. I wish I did. It might save me some worry. As it is, all I can do is continue to talk with God, letting him know my needs and concerns, believing that no matter what happens He is there, He cares, and He rewards those who diligently seek Him.
But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
– Hebrews 11:6 KJV