I don’t consider myself a stubborn person. While I’ve been known to give in to procrastination from time to time, I’m generally a “go-get-em’ girl.” First time, every time. Listen. Obey. Measure out those actions for the most beneficial reaction. And when my results look a whole lot like my intentions, I could not be more pleased.
But these dreams of mine—the end is still far off. I can’t see what’s up ahead and rather than measuring my own steps, God is asking me to trust Him to lead them.
And my heart is stomping its feet. Fists clenched its throwing a tantrum. Between its beats are messages that shout “where?”, “how come?”, and “when?”
“The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful, a puzzle that no one can figure out.”
Jeremiah 17:9 MSG
He’s told me time and again that the process is mine—the results are His.
He’s said His plans are exceedingly abundantly better; they are written over my life for good. He’s promised that I’ll walk forward in them. His word is ever before my eyes.
But my heart keeps trying to pick up the pace and carry His end of this deal.
“But I, God, search the heart and examine the mind. I get to the heart of the human. I get to the root of things. I treat them as they really are, not as they pretend to be.”
Jeremiah 17:10 MSG
He sees. He knows. No pretense is required with the God who understands the very depths of our heart and the dreams that reside there. Even those untouched by our words.