I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 12:3b-14 NIV)
Are you weary of seemingly unanswered prayer? I understand. Truly. Sometimes our focus gets so blurred by what we think are unheard prayers that we lose sight of Jesus.
So many times our wants are not God’s plan for our lives.
Lately I’ve begun to realize that God in His infinite wisdom is keeping me from my wants. He’s not being mean, He’s protecting me. He knows some of my wants may harm me. He knows some of my wants are good, but are in the hands of the free will of others. Sometimes my wants lead me into searching for signs in literally everything that happens. Sometimes they’re real signs, more often than not though it’s only what I want to see. Only God knows my future and what is best for me. He knows my actual needs and He knows yours. Sometimes we go kicking and screaming. But at all times we simply have to let go and let God. It’s not easy. But we must persevere.
Things will matter, then they won’t
Feelings change, forever smote.
Blindly following paths I’ve taken,
Too late realizing, I was mistaken.
A word tossed here, an action there,
All burdens for me, too great to bear.
Be gentle to those who seem put together,
They may be bound with the slightest of tether.
So many times I thought I was strong,
Finding by weakness I was terribly wrong.
Looking for signs in every occurrence,
Thinking at last, I’ve found my endurance.
Then comes the blow that slams the door shut,
The fleeting high now turned to a cut.
I want things to happen with each beat of my heart,
When they don’t, I feel torn apart
Oh God, if You’re listening please hear my plea,
I’m weary of bobbing in an uncertain sea
My heart pours out its deepest dark
To Thee dear Lord, I know You hark.
Let not my want to know what will happen,
Rob me of now, and leave me in famine.
Before I leave my bended knee,
I feel Your presence filling me.
Even while I search for a port,
I know my future, You will sort.
The peace that surpasses has filled me up,
Joy runs over, though tears fill my cup.
Thank you Lord for hedging me in,
With Your protection and guiding hand.
Keep me steadfast on paths that You’ve chosen,
Your will be mine, in my soul woven.
These things I pray in the name of my Savior,
Jesus Your Son whose love never wavers.