God Speaks (with warm eyes and a smile of utter confidence caresses His face):
- To whom then will you compare me, or who is my equal? says the Holy One
I am dumbfounded as I cannot come up with anything. In defiance, I look to my present issues and I point to them in an effort to ask “Why?”
God smiles and knowingly shows me the vastness of His might and goodness – to stir up faith in me:
- Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He who brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing
As these words echo in my head, my anger crumbles, faith’s fire is sparked but my present reality echoes these words to God and also to me:
Yes….Abba, you created the galaxies and the universe. Of what good are the galaxies and the universe to me when I am here, lost, and in pain, facing daunting challenges? How come you have looked the other way as I struggled? And somehow this is for my good? Of what good is any of that to me?
God smiles, and for a moment, his face becomes calm and I see grace in His eyes. For some reason, I press in, eager to hear the Almighty. God:
- Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God”?
At this point, I instinctively know that all my questions will be answered. My thirst will be satiated. I also know that I have missed something crucial in my process, something that would have somehow made all of this make sense.
For the first time, I am calm and my mind is clear. I know that God will speak and when He does, all will be settled. It might not make sense but it will be settled.
Did I hear you ask why all will be settled? I did too and here was His response
- Your word, O LORD, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens. Your faithfulness continues through all generations; you established the earth, and it endures
So I press in with rapt attention, taking in all that the Almighty has said and what He is about to say. My focus is singularly on Him.
Abba, help me mold my days and moments so that I am always attentive and receptive to you. Help me sit at your feet and say, with a smile, speak Lord, for thy son hears thee
Abba, Help me become all you intend me to be, living a life that is worthy of you.
Help me, Abba