This morning I was surprised and pleased to see that my friend Isaac had posted on his blog. I always look forward to what he has to say. Today was especially meaningful to me. This quote gave me more than enough to think about this day.
I had a dream once. I dreamed it every day month after month for years. Daily. It was a godly dream. About mission work in Africa, even. And about ten years ago, that dream began to slip away. It broke me, you know. I still haven’t completely let go. But this week, again, I mourned for that dream. I cried out from places in my heart that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And I told God just what I felt about it. Not because He’s been unfaithful to me, but because I don’t understand. And God bless me if I never understand.
I think the angry broken raw hurt of an honest plea is as sweet a prayer to God as any. I wrestled with Him the other night. And I woke up with my hip a little out of joint, but more persuaded than ever that He is God. I still don’t have any answers, but I’m convinced that He does. And the more I Know he has the answers, the less I feel the need to know them.?
You can find Isaac’s blog here.
