The other morning I asked my threenager what she wanted for breakfast.
“Waffles“, she said.
I informed her that there weren’t any, and quickly ran down the list of other options. She shook her head at each suggestion and once again said waffles.
“Alex. I know you want waffles but we don’t have any. Maybe another time. I’m sorry.”
By this time she’s sitting with her arms folded in front of her, attempting to stare a hole in my forehead before she speaks.
“Mom. When we went to the store with daddy he said we were getting waffles. He said we were getting them so you’re wrong. I know there are waffles somewhere!
Shaking my head I served her oatmeal, cereal, or whatever non-waffle option she settled for, and tried one final time to explain that while daddy intended to buy the waffles the store didn’t have exactly what he was looking for. But with every bite I know she thought her dear old mom just didn’t know daddy’s hiding place for her beloved breakfast favorite.
I conveyed the story to my husband later that day, and through a few hearty chuckles he was also in awe in how much power his word held in her eyes.
“That’s the way it should be between us and God right?”
“Yep”, I replied, “that’s exactly how it should be.”
But the truth is it’s not. It’s not always easy to hold onto His promises and wholeheartedly believe.
We’ve been jaded and hurt, or we have expectations that have yet to be met. His timing isn’t always our timing, and His answers don’t always come in the way we hoped. We’ve experienced disappointment and been met with boundaries and obstacles. And walking by faith isn’t for the faint of heart.
That morning the Lord used our daughter to give me one heck of a reminder. It was just food to me, but to my dear Alexandra it was a promise made by her dad. A promise she refused to believe would not come to pass, and she was ready to fight me tooth and nail over what he told her, without having seen what she believed to be there.
This trust, this unapologetic and unwavering belief, is what I know I need more of in action, not just my words.
As my former Pastor would say, we’ve got to hold onto God’s promises like a bulldog to his bone, and know that no matter what, believing Our Father is who He says He is will never steer us wrong.
“It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.”
Isaiah 55:11 NLT
EMBRACE HIS GRACE,