What do You make it Mean?

“I am so sorry, but it looks like you still owe us $10,000.00,” the lady said politely. “Your insurance just did not come through for you.”

Anger boils inside your belly, and fear rises in your chest. Where on earth are you going to find 10K? When is this nightmare ever going to be done?

And you refuse to answer the tender voice of God, “What do you make it mean, My Child?”

Because the answer to that question, it would expose your heart.

And God waits until you are ready. Tenderly. Quietly.

God-is-waiting

Your husband, he just acts weird these days. Distant, distracted, lost. And you run with it. “He just doesn’t love me anymore, he noticed that I put on two pounds, he thinks that I am boring, and I just know he met someone else.”

And you won’t listen to the tender voice of God, “Why do you make it mean these things, My Child?”

Because the answer to this question, it would expose your heart.

And God waits until you are ready. Tenderly. Quietly.

Your car won’t start for the second time this week. Nobody remembered your birthday. Your house is messy today. Your evening with friends wasn’t what you expected it to be. Your kids laughed at an inside joke. The dinner you made wasn’t all that great. Your boss is asking for a meeting with you. Your co-worker looked at you “funny” today.

What do you make it mean, my friend? Because the answer to that question, it will be the beginning of your way out. The beginning of meeting with God over the issues of life.

And God, He is waiting for you. Tenderly. Quietly.

 

 

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