I know that prayer seems passive. It seems like this thing that we say to do when things are too tough and we want to look like we’re doing something when we’re not. There is a lot happening in the world. I think it’s fair to say that many of us are battling with the uncertainty of what it means to be an American in 2017. And we hear varying opinions on what the nexts steps are and what the resistance should look like. But I assure you that prayer is one of our greatest weapons of warfare. And I don’t know if you notice, but we are seemingly in a war.
I remember as a young girl going to the 7am service with my Mom at Triumph Baptist Church in Philadelphia. We would get dressed and get on our way without my dad or brother in tow. My dad, probably working or about to head to work and my brother probably still asleep. We would walk up the stone steps, hoping that we were in time to actually get into the sanctuary instead of being sent to the “overflow room.”
In the beginning stages of our faith, we are often looking to be led in the word which is perfectly understandable. For many of us, we have heard bits and pieces of the Bible, but when we finally dig in, we need a lot of help learning the stories, deciphering how much stuff we’ve actually learned out of context and the like. As we grow in our faith, we begin to realize that all though it’s great to be taught the word of God from Pastors and leaders in the church that there is a whole lot more work that we need to do on our end. That work involves learning to study the word for ourselves.
The funny thing about the title of this post is that most often it’s not that we are waiting on Him, but quite the opposite. Most often he is waiting on us and that’s what tends to be the most frustrating part for me at times. I am left wondering, “What do you need me to do?” However, many times I have felt like the answer has been, exactly what you’ve been doing which helps me to realize that it will just be in His timing not mine.
I was driving home one day with the radio playing and when I zoned into what was actually playing, it was Tamela Mann’s song “Best Days.” I listened to the lyrics, “Never knew the pain would let me stand, Never thought my tears would go away, Till I found Jesus, I never thought I’d be in this place.” Quickly enough, though I never heard the song before I was singing along. Each of the words ringing so true and by the end of it all I was in tears.
Funny enough, I was writing a completely different post when the Holy Spirit led me to actually talk about this instead. I think because recently, some words I had spoken seemingly manifested in someone else’s life, not even my own and it kind of scared me. Sometimes you don’t even know why you are saying certain things, but after they appear, you realize you may have had that certain feeling for a reason. I was reminded in my Writer’s Muse workshop actually that we are accountable for those words.