Promises

I know that my God is a keeper of promises.

By making me wait or plead or grieve and plead some more, my life has been uniquely constructed to become a significant answer to many prayers uttered, cried and incoherently thought.

“When our days become dreary with low hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that … [God] is able to make a way out of no way, and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows.”
-Martin Luther King, Jr. 

I am ashamed to admit that recently in a moment of weakness I metaphorically shook my fist at heaven and between sobs "yelled", "Is (fill in the blank) really not as important as learning to trust You?" As soon as that barely lucid thought was produced, I felt ashamed but also filled with peace. Ashamed because, duh. And peace because it was also a moment of crystal clarity. In that moment of self-discovery, I saw definitively what He was trying to teach me.

That's never an easy lesson to learn, but I'm working on trusting You.