It’s the word of faith that welcomes God to go to work and set things right for us…..Scripture reassures us, “No one who trusts God like this-heart and soul-will ever regret it.” It’s exactly the same no matter what a person’s religious background may be: the same God for all of us, acting the same incredibly generous way to everyone who calls out for help. “Everyone who calls, ‘Help, God!’ gets help.” Romans 10:3-15 (excerpts from the Message)
This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him. 1 John 5:14-15
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9
Only 1 out of the 4 “Daughter dates” happened. And I though I don’t have any tattoos on my body, I have this memory tattooed on my Mama heart, mind, and Spirit. Never to be erased.
It began with some morning love. In the form of a Mom and a Mocha, an oldest Daughter and a Drink of White Chocolate Cocoa. Quality conversation reigned. And the quality of it wasn’t in the topics at hand, but the ability to be oh so present. With the eyes. Ears. And heart.
Our 2 part date meant a quick change after breakfast to “do nature”. I call my daughter the “Creature/Nature whisperer” because if there is a tall tree, a stream, and God’s animals/insects present, she is all in. Having caught the spotted creation and caught the joy of simply being in God’s creation. Her “do nature” request was for her and I to visit the nearby stream and look for creatures. Simple. Was my thought. I knew the spot where we were headed was a playground for insects, lizards, salamanders, dragonflies, frogs, butterflies-everything which made her heart happy.
I prayed out loud, with her, that God would help us find a creature (Why do I tend to pray those “already know this will come true”/”knowledge by my own insight and sight” kind of prayers?). I went in with conquering hope because I knew odds were more than good. For our treasure hunt to end real well. But after an hour of muddy clothes. Ice feeling feet. And questions from my daughter such as, “Do you think God will let us find a creature, Mom? We prayed. I just want to find one creature!” My hope was dimming. It was one of those times where you don’t know how to answer your child. “Come on God, come through! One creature is all!” I prayed over and over again to myself with a tear on my lid.
I was flabergasted. Frustrated. And feeling faithless. “Let’s go to the other side and check things out girl,” I said trying to sound cheery while doubting the decision as I spoke. As I lead the way I wondered why my response to all this had left me real emotional. “I mean, what’s the big deal about finding a creature, right now and right here?” I thought to myself. And then I realized why. This time spent with my oldest was precious and hard to come by these days. I felt it was “my time to shine” with her. I knew it was time I may not have much of this coming year juggling 3 and with full school days. I had placed high expectations of conquering in the hunt (for creatures, in which she so often was successful without my presence) and answered prayer front. But now coming up with a “no go” on both accounts. Was too much for me to comprehend myself, let alone explain. To this 7 year old innocence.
My daughter interjected with an idea, “Hey Mom, you know how uncle prayed and people got healed on their mission trip? I can pray and ask God to make it so my feet don’t hurt in the ice water and I can look better for creatures that way!” She prayed real simply, a childlike faith prayer, “God, help my feet not hurt in the water.” Then she proceeded to walk in the water with ease. “Look Mom, Jesus helped us!” I replied, “Praise Jesus!” But to be honest, my heart behind my words lacked something. Even in the face of a mini miracle of love from our Father to His child, my fixated self couldn’t let go of what I didn’t have.
But time was our enemy. The call from the husband came and we had to call it quits. With no creature to show for it. Then the conversation which I felt far from equipped to have. Happened. I prayed for wisdom from God as I stumbled through it with such things as, “I know it’s disappointing, I know we prayed. But we know God is good. And He has a reason for not answering our prayer right now…..” I remember my girl saying after what felt to be circular ranting, “Oh, like God may have not wanted us to find a creature because it would have bit us! Right, Mama?” “Right”, I replied as my daughter was the teacher in that moment. My heart left heavy and faith felt dried up but I had. To. Trust. In the not. understanding.
As we picked up our bikes and our spirits to head back, I noticed a fluttering white on the path. “Wait!” I yelled. “Stop!” And there was a white butterfly in front of us. Our one creature. My daughter “did her thing” and slowly crept. Creeped. And grabbed it to put in our jar. Faith. Like. A. Child.
Our God responded to our prayer with a “Yes”. But it was in His way. His place. And His timing. He is on the throne. And we can trust Him completely in our all. Because He. Is. Faithful.
Is there something troubling you or that you currently are trying to control? Will you remember the truth that anyone who calls “Help God, will get help” and that He “hears our prayers”, trusting God for His “higher ways”/outcome with this decision/person/circumstance?
How can you, as God’s most prized creation, glorify Him today? What part of God’s creatures and creation can you thank Him for?
© 2012 Standing on Peace