Sitting out on the porch at 9:30 p.m., "enjoying" the 80 degree weather so my dog can have some front yard time.
"Lord God, do something," I pray over a situation.
He very well may be working without me even seeing a glimmer. In my mind's eye it is like the Spirit moving over the surface of the waters. Always above all this gunk that weighs me down. Moving, accomplishing unseen purposes, preparing miracles, doing miracles that I am not privvy to. Basically, being trustworthy as I scramble to find solutions. He may be grieving at things, same as me, but He is not threatened by lack of control like me.
Accomplish Your unseen purposes, oh Lord!
I have been focused on solutions. Fixes. Turn this ship around.
Or, when I acknowledge my inability, let go of the lines and let the waves toss, trying not to look.
It's all exhausting. And, as I tell the Lord, I can't. I cannot.
There is one more step I have forgotten. Beyond giving the earthly drama over to Him.
Sit and be filled.
I'm doing this teacher's Bible study with QR codes to songs. I'm loving Moriah Peters' I Choose Jesus, Selah's I Got Saved, and Laura Story's Grace.
I can feel the drip-drop of spiritual rain filling my very dry soul.
I want fixes, solutions, and changes now, on earth as it is in heaven, please, Lord, amen, thank you, moving on.
But He reminds me there is such a thing as mounting up on eagle's wings away from it all. To see Him high and lifted up in heaven and be filled with awe and worship. That's what my soul needs.
I'm back in the air conditioning now. I think I'll try for more filling time.