You know, with all the junk I’ve had to face this week; I finally blew a fuse. I threw a tantrum with God. Alright, what I was actually doing was yelling at God (and not for the first time either).
Somewhere along the line, it has gotten into my head, that if I hear God’s voice, and obey; things will go right…Right now! In other words, I think that things will work out according to my expectations. I mean really; according to Romans 12:2 my mind is “renewed” and I (of course) will know what God’s will is… what His “good and perfect will” is for any given situation. So like a child, I think, well I’ve been a good girl, so God will reward me…Right?
So when I get done exhausting myself yelling and crying that it’s not fair, and comparing my life to the Prophet Jeremiah (yeah I was really whining), I call a friend of mine to get some sympathy. So she just stops me cold when she quietly says to me, “Lisa, I thank God for my husband, and my house, and my job; but if I lose my husband, lose my house and lose my job, I will still thank Him.”
I hung up the phone and repented.
“But as for me, my prayer is to Thee, O Lord, at an acceptable time, O God, in the greatness of Thy lovingkindness, answer me with Thy saving truth. (Psalm 69:13,emphasis mine)