I think I’ve just realized that I often tell God what to do.
Yeah, I know.
It is often cleverly disguised as a request, but I’m afraid that God easily sees through my pretense and knows that in my heart I am demanding.
“Please help my girls not to fight so much.”
“Please help me to get my body back into shape again.”
None of these things are bad. All of these things are good. It is not bad to make requests, to ask God for things. Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not condemning you for asking, I’m noticing something ugly within myself.
You see, my trouble is not that I ask things of God. My trouble is that I want, I expect, I demand God to act in very specific ways.
I know what the problem is, I know what the solution is, and I want God to follow my plan.
You would think that I would understand by now. You’d think that I would understand that God can see better than I can and that He really does know what is best.
I have a point of view. You have a point of view. But God has view…In our daily living the actions we choose, from within our own skins, as the best possible under the circumstances, may well turn out to have been the wrong ones. Something we regret at the time as abysmally stupid may well end up being the one thing needed under the circumstances. We are trapped in unknowing. Nothing is certain. ~ Madeleine L’Engle
I came to my realization while reading the story of Lazarus in the book of John.
Lazarus, Mary and Martha are siblings who are close friends of Jesus. If anyone had any right to expect anything from Jesus, it would be this family.
Lazarus is sick. Very sick. Jesus is not in town, so Mary and Martha send Him a message:
Lord, he whom you love is ill.
That was it.
No “Please come quickly”. No “Please heal him before he dies”. None of that.
I am shaken deep down inside myself.
Have I ever simply told God my circumstance, let Him know my situation, and then trusted Him to do what is best without trying to advise Him?
It took my breath away.
God, forgive me.
Forgive me for my arrogance and pride. Forgive me for not trusting You to know and do what is most beautiful.
Abba, thank You for Your patience with me as I learn how to put myself fully and completely in Your hands. Without trying to direct where Your hands should go.
Art credit: Raising of Lazarus by Carl Heinrich Bloch