Dear God… Get out of Our Way

I made the mistake yesterday of getting sucked into watching how some people react when they don’t get their way. I was quickly filled with darkness as I watched and said in my heart… “So this is what it has come down to.”

Why does God get out of the way in front of all the injustices in the world yet seems to stand in our way when we don’t get what we want?

How do you think about the challenges you face in your life right now? What are your reactions truly exposing about you that you would hate to admit? I’ll go ahead and throw myself under the bus first…

I can have the capacity for true darkness in my soul. I could get angry enough to not know what I am capable of if faced with certain situations I felt were threatening to my life or my loved ones. I hate to admit it, but I don’t know if I would have the control needed over myself if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My lack of faith is greatly exposed in these times and can react badly in my heart to what is in front of me. Strangers with different ways of dealing with their realities, friends who don’t think, feel, or breathe passionatley the same way I do. I want vengenace and redemption all at once! I am not in control, yet want it all under control and God silently steps out of the way and for so many others too.

I’m actually finding, the more I stick it out with God, things don’t get easier. They get more real and my best bet is to faithfully trust that this life is hard for a reason. Pain has a purpose but God will use it for higher things that we can not understand yet.

I know God can remove every pain and suffering from my life and your’s, but I do not know why He doesn’t. I know He loves you just as much as He loves me and I don’t believe this is all we get. Like a prodigal, we have a father who will get out of our way when He needs to, but will also run straight for us, tears in his eyes, to meet us in our darkest and deepest pains. And when we need to find our way back home, may we run believing in our hearts that this story is not over just yet.

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