Thriving In The Promise
@grantlegran
By Anne Marie Schlueter
The mountains are moving. The seas are parting. The storms are calming.
Promises are being fulfilled. But no, it couldn’t be.
There’s no way that this could be this great. There’s no way that everything you’ve been longing for could actually be here. Am I the only one to experience this? His yes?
This semester, the Lord has been leading so many of my friends into good, holy relationships. After seasons upon seasons of brokenness and growth and preparation, He’s been slowly leading them into this season of fulfilled promise.
It isn’t just about relationships, though. It’s when plans are anointed and now becomes the time. Waiting ceases for a particular miracle. The job is found, the team is formed, the logistics are working out beyond anything that you could have planned.
The time comes that we never thought would. Wow, God does actually keeps His promises.
There’s no way this could be real. There’s no way this healing could be real. There’s no way that this much goodness could manifest itself. There’s no way that now is the time. There’s no way that this could be for me. There’s no way that He’s doing this much with my life.
Even as we’re seeing the promise, doubt threatens our receptivity of this beautiful reality.
Huh. Reality. Who sets the terms and conditions on reality? Who dictates what makes sense?
Is it you? Is it your broken heart, so let down by placing your hope in things less than a God who never withholds? Is it your misunderstanding mind, wounded by an addiction to control, to the belief that you are unworthy of miracles?
Why would we choose to believe in a false reality, created by daydreaming and doubting, when the true reality of adventure orchestrated by a God madly in love with us is unfolding?
Your story doesn’t get to make sense to you. Your Father doesn’t get to make sense to you.
When we were little girls and received a gift, what did we do? Shyly deny it and say, “No, I don’t want it?” No, we ran with open arms, squealing with delight. We didn’t worry about it being taken away. We didn’t worry that it would break. We didn’t worry that it wasn’t as amazing as we thought it was.
Right now, if you’re in a season of promise being fulfilled, claim that promises are being fulfilled. Receive the promise that you prayed for the night that there were no stars, when it physically hurt to hope.
Are you surprised that it has come? Are you surprised that He didn’t speak in vain?
Stop waiting for your story to make sense. Stop waiting for reality to feel real. If you equate reality with what makes sense, that’s never going to come. If reality is what you feel worthy of, it’s never going to happen.
Because we worship a God who gives immeasurably more than all we can think or ask.