Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. Proverbs 31:25
We have a prayer board in our home, and a tiny tin bucket carrying random scraps of paper so that we can easily write out the requests laid on our hearts and for our friends and family. It is on display where can see it regularly, to remind us to bring those very requests to God.
One particular prayer caught my eye.
It was written by my daughter Madi.
Most of you know that we are in a season of in between. Waiting. Dan doing random jobs here and there but nothing consistent. I, myself, am still working at home in order to contribute to providing for our family. We say we are hopeful, but often times, I think I feel a little desperate and downright impatient.
On this particular day, I was really impatient. And angry. Anxious. Worried. Fretting over what is going to happen next month. Striving to make things work, no matter how much God continued to provide for us. I had been carrying this attitude of “if it is meant to be, it is up to me.”
I was living in deep fear and I was acting it out in all of my clawing and striving.
I glanced over at the prayer board and I saw a prayer written in bright green ink. All with misspelled words, but it didn’t matter at the moment. My 11 year old wrote out a precious request to God for her Daddy. To help him. She didn’t care what the answer was. That God would just help him.
I am not usually a crier, but in my old age, that is rapidly changing. I cried because she did it right. She went to the only place she knew how in order to make things a little better.
And that was to her precious Lord.
In all of my stomping and whining and complaining and prideful striving, I didn’t pray nearly as earnest as her sweet prayer on a tiny white sheet of paper. It was simple, to the point, and honest. She clothed herself with armor and she activated it with prayer (read Ephesians 6:10-18)
My daughter taught me that while I was doing a good way (working to provide) I was not doing it the best way. I did not always go first to make my requests knows to God. Or I would be so angry about the wait and so impatient while waiting for answers that I would skip it all together, as if that would show Him.
How gracious is He to remind me that His ways are better. And that he used an 11 year old to remind me? And that it was sweet and precious and gentle? Sometimes our lessons as we walk it out with Him aren’t that sweet. They can be painful, but this one was not.
I showed a friend of mine Madi’s prayer, and she encouraged me, knowing the season we are in. Her words:
“I can’t help but think of how He used the last tough season to grow you, and I know this one will be the same.”
It was the encouragement I needed that moment to take me back to remember what He, the Lord has done in my life and in the life of my family. Every season has its peaks and valleys, but He always uses it to grow us closer to Him and mold us to be more like Him. We will always be changed.
Will you clothe yourself in the strength and dignity of the Lord, knowing that He alone is bigger than whatever circumstance, wait, adventure you may find yourself in, and laugh at what is to come.
It may not be what you expected or even requested, but we can have faith that His promises are true and they are sure and we do not have to fear the future, even if it all looks bleak, your bank account is in the negative, no opportunities appearing on the horizon. He is bigger than all of it.
Be a Size You,