Do you ever struggle with the “if it’s going to be, it’s up to me” mentality? Do you ever find yourself striving for the approval of others, even God, by trying to do enough, be good enough, accomplish enough?
For many years, that could have been my autobiography. Until I became deathly ill and could suddenly do nothing but exist. During that time, God gently showed me that He didn’t love me because of what I did or didn’t do, but because I was His daughter. That was a life-changer for me!
As a result, I’m thrilled to introduce you to my friend, Katie Reid, who is going to share with you her revelations with respect to this. I know you’ll be blessed!
Have you ever been in a painful place and wondered where God was in the midst of it all? Have you ever found yourself smack dab in the middle of the valley and wondered what to do about it or if anyone cared? Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to my friend, Lyli Dunbar, who shares her experience as an encouragement to you in that place. Lyli is an encourager and a prayer warrior at heart. I know you’ll be blessed by her post.
On my early morning walk, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I glanced up through a small clearing in the trees. In one quick glance I noted the sun, 2 airplanes at different elevations and going in different directions, an eagle, and a common sparrow.
I never question whether or not the sun will rise–I just look forward to basking in its warmth. When I fly, I sit back in my too-crowded airplane seat and busy myself reading a book or writing my own. I never worry about how the pilot will get me to my destination, I just trust that he will. I never get fearful those birds will drop from the sky (just maybe WHAT they will drop :).
“You’re going to be with me, right?”
A boating accident found my youngest son spending a Sunday afternoon in the emergency room. Then several weeks later, surgery was inevitable. As we sat at the dinner table the night before surgery was to take place, our son began asking questions. Up to that point, he seemed nonplussed and unconcerned. But the night before told a different story.
We had known the procedure was necessary and not elective for a couple weeks, but this was the first question my son had asked about the procedure.
Plans had not gone as I’d hoped. I’d planned, I prayed, I did my part, and yet, I was left feeling disappointed, discouraged, and frustrated.
I don’t know if that has ever happened to you, but sometimes we pray and make the best-laid plans, only to be left wanting, unfulfilled, and discouraged. Did we hear God right? Was He even listening? Was there something blocking the answer to prayer or the fulfillment of His promises?