I am battling an anxious heart.
Not over anything major or even specific.
But an unsettled, on-my-way-to-where-I’m-supposed-to-be type of place.
Yet, I don’t even know where I’m supposed to be.
I think I do. My hubby and I disagree about the route to take.
And, I ask. How long, God? How long before you give me the answers to these {important to me} questions. A glance at the road map, perhaps? A hint at the mode of transportation you want us to use? A sliver of the plan you have in mind?
And, God asks. How long, Melissa? How long before you humble yourself before me? {Exodus 10:3} How long before you surrender to whatever it is that lies ahead? How long before you stop needing to know the answers and are content to trust me…how long?
I hold the key to my own captivity.
He stands at the door and knocks. I’m the one that wants the itinerary before opening the door.
Today, I am opening the door anyway. Resting in the promise of Nahum 1:7
The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him.
Help me trust, God. Help me delight in the wait. Help me delight in the not knowing. Help me delight in You.






