My husband and I are in a current season of waiting. I am not a patient person, I don’t enjoy the feelings the unknown brings. I like control, and I like knowing what is to come.
In these seasons of life, I put limitations on our God. I convince myself that what I truly want can’t possibly come to fruition, because life isn’t fair. So why should I have a great amount of hope? I set my expectations on what this world has to offer, believing that the “best” for me is only just good enough, not greatness.
“Do you think I stretched forth My hand for them [ancient Isreal],
and through mighty miracles set them free from the bondage of Pharaoh,
and made them a way to escape through the Red Sea,
and provided for their daily needs through the wilderness journey,
and gave them water out of the Rock,
and will do any less for you?”
“Rain”, Come Away My Beloved
I’m sure you’ve heard the story of Moses. How he delivered his people, slaves of Egypt, and God provided: their needs, the path, the promises. I read the story, and it has lost it’s luster for me. I think, “Well that’s pretty cool” and move on. But God did mighty miracles. It isn’t just a story! And will He do any less for me?
I pray with limitations. I pray with a logical mind. Sure, I have hope. But not quite the amount of hope that God is fully capable, completely limitless, and surely all-knowing. For Moses, for the people of Isreal, God Almighty delivered. He parted a sea. He gave them nourishment. He made water flow from a rock. And will He do any less for me? Will He only perform lack-luster miracles in my life? Is He only capable of giving us a mediocre life? Is He only loving us out of requirement? Does He really see us? Does He really care?
The story of Moses is retold again and again, and we share it with our children more out of ritual rather than awe. The same God who delivered an enslaved nation has His eyes set on me. He will do great miracles in my life, maybe even greater miracles. He never performs lack-luster miracles. His gracious miracles in our life, even if they only include Him saving me, are notable. He gave it all! He decided my soul, my life, was worth a miracle. He is not a Creator of only mediocrity, and He doesn’t only choose a select few for greatness. He is a great, mighty God, and He has His eyes on me. He only wants for me the greatest of all. He loves me simply because I live. Not for anything I do, for nothing I do in this life can save me, only the sacrifice of Jesus can do that. He sees me. He knows me. He cares for me. He delivers.
And will He, the God of Isreal, the God who parted a sea, rained down bread from heaven, do any less for me?
I am His. He has His eyes on me. So I pray with expectation, knowing that in my season of waiting, the same God who does miracles in crazy, mighty ways, is going to deliver me.