My prayers were small.
Because my faith was small.
And then I decided to do something that didn’t make sense….
I signed my son and I up to go on a missions trip that would be happening only 4 weeks later.
I didn’t think beyond the jump.
I didn’t think what I could or couldn’t do to make it happen, I just said Yes.
And then the battle began…
My faith.
My prayers.
My hope.
My trust.
My own salvation.
Saying Yes was easy.
Letting my Yes be Yes wasn’t seeming to be as much.
And then tonight, as I was driving home with a car full of baked treats (all donated from friends) for our bake sale fundraiser and an anonymous jar full of quarters decorated with my sons and my name on it, I felt a strong desire to talk to God.
I couldn’t ignore that the blessings that filled my car were so much more than donations for good cause.
And so I prayed….
I know you aren’t the one who abandoned me.
And so I’ll pray bigger prayers…
with a bigger faith.
And hold onto an unending trust and belief that you will eventually work all things together for good.
Amen.
And not what we have experienced people to be here on earth.
He is so much more.
So much better.
So far beyond what we can even imagine goodness to be.
I begin to get it…just a little bit more.