Sometimes, God flat out tells me that I’m wrong. That I shouldn’t doubt Him, and that I should embrace quiet times in the wilderness.
My parents told me the other night, “You know… lots of people are praying for you”, and of course in my cynicism I said, “Well, I guess they aren’t praying hard enough, because nothing is happening”.
I turned to community. You know, the people that I live life with. Who I confess sin to, and who I need to serve more often. I told them my struggles, my cynicism, my desire for God to rescue me.
I read the story in the bible about when God empowers Moses to part the Red Sea. And I prayed, “Jesus, you do miraculous things. You rescue people. You promise to rescue people. You used Pharaoh & his army to put YOUR glory on display. Jesus, please. Deliver me. Rescue me.”
The next day, I was literally bombarded with people sending me messages, emails, texts, etc. about how they were praying for me. How I was loved & cherished by the King of the Universe. How he had not forgotten me. How he loves me.
I try to imagine how the Israelites felt while they were running from the Egyptians. Stressed, worn out, afraid, and wanting to give up, I imagine.
“They cried out in terror to God. They told Moses, ‘Weren’t the cemeteries large enough in Egypt so that you had to take us out here in the wilderness to die? What have you done to us, taking us out of Egypt? Back in Egypt didn’t we tell you this would happen? Didn’t we tell you, ‘Leave us alone here in Egypt—we’re better off as slaves in Egypt than as corpses in the wilderness.’’ 13 Moses spoke to the people: “Don’t be afraid. Stand firm and watch God do his work of salvation for you today. Take a good look at the Egyptians today for you’re never going to see them again.” – Exodus 14:12-13, MSG
I stand in awe. God fights for me. He fights for my heart, and my joy. I have never felt so much love from the God of the universe.