The tears welled up in her eyes as we drove down the street. Glancing over at her, I could feel her sadness. I wanted to blurt out, “What’s wrong?” But I knew those words would cause her to shut down for the rest of the drive.
Keeping my eyes on the road I reached over and took her hand. I just want you to know I love you and I’m here when you’re ready.
“Mom,” her voice sprung forth as though it was waiting for permission to speak, “Why is life so hard? Why does it feel like I’m always having to wait when I want things to happen? I try to do everything right? Why is there always a struggle?” Her tears were now streaming down her freshly made up face as she quietly sobbed.
I searched my heart for the truth to speak to her. At nineteen, life doesn’t seem make a whole lot of sense but I could feel her question, because I too, have asked it.
I squeezed her hand and spoke from my heart. “The bible says in James, that tough times come to make us stronger, it builds character, it helps us mature, and grow. I remember when I was nineteen I was not as strong as I am today. So when I think about all that I’ve been through, I am grateful for the hard times. God wants to grow our character, and when he sends the tough times, it’s what causes us to see who we really are and how much we really need him. I think back on all of the things I worried about, all of the things I feared. God was wanting me to grow deeper in my walk with him, to trust him for the things I was concerned about and to understand that part of the struggle is in the waiting.”
I paused for a moment hoping she would respond, but she didn’t. I quoted a song I remembered when as a teenager. “He didn’t bring us this far to leave us, he didn’t teach us to swim to let us drown. Never use the word defeat, claim his promises every one of them, every spoken word he’ll keep because we’re everything to him.”
“I know you might not fully understand but he’s got great plans for you. Press into him, give him those concerns and let him show you the way.”
She smiled, pulled down the visor to look into the mirror, trying to blend the dried up tear stains left on her cheeks. A few minutes later she got out of the car and said, “Thanks, I love you, I’ll be done at five.”
I could see her doing what I had done so many time before. She tucked away the hurt, concern, fear, and worry so she could get on with her day. As she walked away, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Lord” I cried, “She belongs to you, show her your way.”
I found myself lifting her up in prayer throughout the day. I know what it feels like when I want God to move. I’ve prayed, read the word, sought godly council, and the answer was still “Wait.”
Why are we so anxious to get on with life, move on to the next thing. Why do we seem to be in a hurry?
Psalm 46:10,11 -“Be still and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world.” The Lord of heaven’s armies is here among us; for the God of Israel is our fortress.
The God of Israel is our fortress! How amazing is that. I looked up the word fortress. It is a place or source of refuge or support to protect. A place of exceptional security. I can see the father right now saying “Jamie, do you get it?”
Sometimes the best place we can be is in the waiting. In the stillness where we are on our knees, praising him and thanking him. Even though life may not be making sense and it feels like forever, you’re in that safe secure place. Yes we are waiting for God to move but what better place than in his fortress where we can be still and wait, knowing he will answer in his perfect time as he protect us.
what a perfect place to be.
Sometimes it’s hard to watch our kids walk out their life as God teaches them more about who he is and the plans he has for them..
Thank you that your word is alive and it speaks to us consistently if we allow it. Thank you that in the struggle, you are perfecting us. Thank you that in the hardship of life you are our strong tower, and our refuge in times of struggle. Thank you for your peace in the midst of our storms. Thank you that you can take a young person and shape them to be more like you.
I pray that you give every teenager and young adult the ability to press their ear near your heart as you speak words of life to them. Giving them direction, instruction, grace, wisdom, and hope for their journey.
In your precious name I pray, Amen.
His Word Is Alive,