Like I said, I was so convinced that I'm doing just fine, waiting for the Lord, serving in missions, reading scriptures, praying everyday and all that. For a moment I thought what I was doing was right, but I was wrong. I did pray, but like I said I was just like the farmer who prayed for the rain.
God is an answering God, but oftentimes His answers we cannot understand. Sometimes faith is more than just believing that prayers are already answered. Faith means getting out of the boat and walking through that deep, rough sea and true faith is not just waiting for that rain to fall, but going out in the fields, preparing it for the rainfall.
God bless.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
out to prepare the field
The sun was so high while the rain drizzles, but the salve it brings was not enough to quench the thirst of the dry, cracked field.
During the past months i have been struggling financially, not to mention the emotional turmoils that I have been facing because of strained relationships with siblings and self-inflicted heartaches caused by nonsense heart throbs.
And I have been praying. For a while now. There were those prayers where I felt so confident that they have already been answered. And there were moments when prayer sounded more like a plea, a groaning, asking the Almighty why He has forsaken his servant. Rather ungrateful prayers that really was not in its right place.
But God, is always good. Always merciful, and He always look past my transgressions and looks at me through loving eyes, seeing a stubborn, weak and unfaithful disobedient child that yearns for love and security.
And like the story of the two farmers who prayed for rain, I was like the one who just kept on prayin' and waited... waited for the rain to fall...
I thank a loving friend for sharing to me a very beautiful song. inspired me to look on the brighter side of things, to look past my difficulties and set my eyes on Jesus.
I remember, one song we listened to, about how I should wait. How I should I wait on the Lord. how I should serve and worship while I wait. How i should not lose hope and be bold to finish the race, and so I was touched, I was inspired. and i convinced myself, and convinced myself i did... but i was wrong...
During the past months i have been struggling financially, not to mention the emotional turmoils that I have been facing because of strained relationships with siblings and self-inflicted heartaches caused by nonsense heart throbs.
And I have been praying. For a while now. There were those prayers where I felt so confident that they have already been answered. And there were moments when prayer sounded more like a plea, a groaning, asking the Almighty why He has forsaken his servant. Rather ungrateful prayers that really was not in its right place.
But God, is always good. Always merciful, and He always look past my transgressions and looks at me through loving eyes, seeing a stubborn, weak and unfaithful disobedient child that yearns for love and security.
And like the story of the two farmers who prayed for rain, I was like the one who just kept on prayin' and waited... waited for the rain to fall...
I thank a loving friend for sharing to me a very beautiful song. inspired me to look on the brighter side of things, to look past my difficulties and set my eyes on Jesus.
I remember, one song we listened to, about how I should wait. How I should I wait on the Lord. how I should serve and worship while I wait. How i should not lose hope and be bold to finish the race, and so I was touched, I was inspired. and i convinced myself, and convinced myself i did... but i was wrong...
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