Monday, August 1, 2011

Consider the Lilies

I've struggled with this waiting.  July has been the hardest.  And still there is no end in sight; the report has not been received.  As I have asked around and pushed and pleaded, I have come to realize that the report is likely in a wasteland....figuratively, of course.  I have no idea what it will take to get it out of there.  There are many others in the same place as we are. 

It's been three months since I met her, and I've had to come to the hard realization that we are still not close. 

I want her, desperately, of course.  And that's not going to go away.  But I've also been worrying.  And I've needed to hear from God. 

Suddenly, I got it.


Of course. 

Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life...Look at the birds of the air:  they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?  And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to the span of life?...Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:  they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

...O you of little faith!  Therefore do not be anxious, saying, "What shall we eat?" or "What shall we wear?"  For...your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.  But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself.  Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. 

(pictures taken in my Daddy's Gil Medina, of course)

Consider the lilies.

Because God knows what we need.  He knows what she needs.  He knows when we need it.

Because He is the Provider of all good things.  Because He is Sovereign over the hearts of kings and men and social workers.

Because worrying won't get her here a day sooner.  Because He gives grace for today, and for tomorrow only when tomorrow comes. 

He knows all.  He sees all.  He sees the big picture.  His plan is much bigger and better than mine. 

And all of a sudden, Her Name has a Story.

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