I’m impatient. I think that when I pray about something and it doesn’t happen right away that it’s just not God’s will. I question it. I talk about it to those people I’m closest to. I journal it. I think on it. I pray some more. I talk some more. Then, I get frustrated, and mad. I question God, and wonder where He is, if He’s heard me, and why I haven’t heard from Him. I begin to lose faith and hope in receiving an answer. Do you see what I’m doing though? I don’t give it to Him to truly work. I try to do it all on my own in my own time, and begin to lose faith because the reality is I never truly gave Him the problem to begin with. I was at this point over the Summer when my four year old taught me an important lesson.
Sabrye (my four year old) is scared of thunder and lightening, and gets upset when a thunderstorm starts. Well, living in South Alabama, thunderstorms are frequent over the Summer. It was a Sunday afternoon, and it was thundering and lightening. Sabrye was getting scared. She asked me if she could talk to God about it. Of course, I told her yes. Then she prayers, “Dear God, will you please turn the volume down on the thunder?” It was the sweetest, most innocent prayer, filled with faith. She believed that if she prayed and asked God to turn the volume down, that He would. She prayed with that childlike faith, that I don’t always have. As an adult, I sometimes lose that sense of “childlike faith” Jesus speaks about in the New Testament.
After she prayed, it was still thundering, and it continued on for a little bit. It did get quieter, but Sabrye didn’t notice it. She just knew that she had prayed about it and God was going to take care of her, so she didn’t worry anymore. The problem didn’t go away right away (the loud thunder), but her childlike faith helped diminish the problem. It got me thinking on how many times I had prayed to God about something, then took it right back up. I didn’t have the faith that He would take care of it, even though He is much more capable than I am. I think that when I pray, I don’t have enough faith to pray and just leave it. God has proven to me over and over again that He is capable to taking care of me and taking care of problems I have, but I don’t always leave it alone. I hold onto it, take it back up, and “handle it” on my own. . God used my four year told to remind me of this at a time in my life where I was praying for something and taking it right back up. God showed me that I have to have the faith in the smallest of things just like Sabrye did to allow Him to work.