God and I have been having frequent conversations as of late. They've been pleading (me), impatient (also me), and often silent (Him).
The Bible tells us that we have not because we ask not, so there's no harm in the asking, right? Every day for eight months I've asked. And asked. And asked.
I'm still waiting for an answer. But I realized today that sometimes the lesson's in the waiting. If it increases my dependence on Him, maybe that's it. Or perhaps I'm supposed to learn to be more patient.
The bottom line is that I'm frustrated. And now I'm not only waiting on an answer, but the lesson in it all.
Noah waited about 100 years for the rain. I often wonder if, about year 60, he cried out to God, "When in the world are you going to answer this prayer?" But he kept on nailing and gathering animals, knowing God would do what He said He would.
I'm ready for the raindrops.
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Amen sista. We talked about this same sort of thing in bible study last night.
Patience is something I struggle with, too.
Not your husband, Jen. He's VERY patient.
It's one of the many virtues passed down to him by his father.
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