It’s easy to forget who God is. One minute, I’m praising Him, the next I’m frustrated as crap trying to figure out what He’s saying about whatever current life crisis I’m experiencing.
I’ve fallen into a habit of constantly asking God for solutions. Please fix this, please fix that, reveal the root of this problem, heal me of that grievance.
It’s not bad, seeking the Lord’s guidance in all circumstances, but I realized today that I’ve made God into my solution robot. I come to Him when I need an answer, when I need a word for someone, when I need to know why so-and-so is behaving in such-and-such manner. I’m quick to run to Him with any and all problems, but as I fling myself before Him my heart posturing is really to get a quick answer in order to carry on with my life.
And so, I have missed the point.
It doesn’t matter if He doesn’t give me a new revelation every day. It doesn’t matter if I never see another vision or never again prophesy.
What matters is Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith. The One who loved me before I was capable of loving Him, myself, or anyone else.
So today, I remember that I’m a daughter that delights to sit with her Daddy. I don’t need answers; I don’t need a perfect life where every problem is readily fixed. I need intimacy with my Maker. I need love from my Father. Here’s the crazy thing: He gives all that and more in abundance, to whomever is willing to receive. Are you?
Happy Sunday from Romania,
Christina
