I’ve been praying about something. That’s not unusual. Many people pray. For me, though, this is special. I have been praying about a matter for about 15 months now.
It has come to my mind that it is possible that the answer to my prayers may come through some difficult soul searching. It may come through ways that I cannot foresee. God is in control and I am not.
In thinking about this today, I realized that what I want is to have my concerns resolved instantly; I want things to change from the way they are to the way they are supposed to be all at once. But what if God chooses to work through a process? If He does, then I must understand that His way is best.
I could not give a thorough explanation of why or how a tiny drop of dew forms in a perfect orb, reflecting its surroundings as it sits atop a slanting blade of grass. God created it. He could explain.
With each breath I take, my body is renewed with oxygen and my life continues. Can I explain my continued existance—really explain it? No. God created me. He could explain.
Since I know so very little and God knows all things, I must trust Him with my prayers.
Will He answer?
Will He grant my requests?
Will He choose to act in a completely different way that what I had asked?
The dew under my feet as I walk through the grass testifies of His great knowledge and my lack of it.
My petitions are in His hands.