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I’ve started a new devotion, Running From a
Crazy Man (and Other Adventures Traveling with Jesus) by Lori Stanley
Reoleveld. Her fresh point of view and entertaining writing style have given me
many things to ponder.
This morning, the chapter was titled, Waiting
for the Holy Abracadabra. In other
words, praying hard for a miracle to get us out of our current fix, or give us
something we want. Sometimes God does, but most often he says no to our
requests and instead walks with us through the trial. God’s always right, of
course, but it doesn’t necessarily seem that way at the time. As in my current
circumstances.
It was then I realized my attitude has changed. My
prayers are not for myself. God doesn’t need to fix anything. There are others
who need a miracle, an answered prayer, far more than me.
Why this change?
I’m truly leaving my life in God’s hands. After
all, he promised, “I would see the good things of the Lord in the land of the
living.” Psalm 27:13.
This current transition period will pass, and God
has promised a new future. I’m at peace with whatever that is. That doesn’t
mean I’m not grieving and struggling to adjust, but it's not all
consuming.
I spent last evening with my son and his family,
which was a blessing in itself, but when I walked into the house, my first
thought was, “I’m home.”
This place is no longer strange. It is my
home.
How many homes will I have? Only God knows, but regardless
of how many or wherever they might be, God’s already there.
Thank you, Lord. Amen.
