Recently, I found myself in a situation where I REALLY wanted to be upset with God.  I am tired. I am frustrated. I am looking to the future and anticipating the ending of this season.  And I thought that it was on the way.  I thought that my breakthrough had come.

I was wrong.

I wasn’t upset that I was wrong.  I’ve accepted that I have been wrong many times, and I will continue to be wrong as I proceed through life.  What’s most important is that I learn and grow.

Yeah, so that all sounds nice, but when you’re REALLY believing God for something, it’s difficult if the outcome is not what you expected.  I was praying for a move of God and it happened…just not in my direction.  And I was left feeling hurt, confused, and unsure of how to proceed.

And then something interesting happened.

Two of my friends received breakthroughs.  We’re talking, huge breakthroughs, of epic proportions.  Things that we had collectively been praying about and believing God for had come to pass.

This overwhelmed me.  Then it excited me.

I was both overwhelmed and excited because it was the reminder that I needed that God hears and listens to prayers.  The prayers that I have been praying, the tears that I have shed- God knows about all of that. But not only that- God is still moving.  And I have to be excited that God is blessing those around me.  If he’s in my neighborhood, he’ll get to my house after awhile.

So while I REALLY WANTED to be upset, I ended up being humbled, grateful, and renewed in my resolve to pursue God and to trust Him to give me the desires of my heart.

Amen.

Peace and blessings…