Ever since I became a Christian as a small child, I was always told that God answers prayer, always. He either says yes, no, or wait. (Is this another nice Christian clique? Just asking.)
In my mind, yes was an obvious answer to my prayers. And whenever I got a yes, I’d be ecstatic that God has so wondrously given me what I’d pleaded for.
But I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that no and wait are also answers. Forgive me for being honest, but in my mind, they sometimes seem like non-answers.
“Whatever you ask in my name, you will receive.”
But God, I was asking in your name.
“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”
Um, God, I thought I was delighting in you.
Recently, God said a loud, resounding, very painful NO to our family. And suddenly all the neat little formulas about prayer and claiming victory and praying boldly all went flying out the window of my heart.
God had already been growing overwhelmingly large for the nice neat spiritual box I had put Him in. And I’d thought the box had gotten bigger over the past years, in fact I prided myself on the fact that I was not limiting God or putting him in a nice Christian cube.
But suddenly God has not only outgrown even the big box I had put Him in, He has blown it to smitherenes and sent all the pieces flying so that I will never be able to put them back together again.
As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. (God)