Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, September 30, 2012

My Strong Tower

Have you ever played hide-and-seek? Picture a group of children gathered together outside to play the game. One is selected to be “it” and the others are to run and find a safe hideaway. After counting to a certain number, “it” seeks all the others that have hidden themselves. 

Now imagine being the one who is hiding from the seeker. You are hurriedly running (maybe in all directions) looking for the perfect spot that will conceal you from the seeker. The anxiety you feel about getting caught generates a willingness to crawl under something, stand behind something, climb up something, or crawl down into something; anything will do as long as you are well hidden and out-of-sight.

Have you ever tried to run from your sin or pain, an enemy, evil, or the devil, a literal storm or one that is brewing within your family? Where did you run to— alcohol, drugs, sex or anything else that seemed comforting at the time? Because we live in a “microwave” society, we want our problems to be solved quickly. Our focus is so concentrated on our uncomfortable circumstances that we forget about the bigger picture and start seeking instant gratification.The Scriptures inform us to approach life differently. 

Our God understands life and its many situations; after all, He’s the Creator and lived on earth as Jesus Christ. He gave us His Word to lead us into right living—think of the Bible as the travel guide for your daily walk with Christ. It’s the perfect instructional manuel for hiding and seeking. 

So again I ask: where do you run and hide? When your personal pathway of life reveals nasty curves with ups and downs, what do you do, where do you go? God’s Word is explicit about where we are to run and hide, using fortified words like refuge, fortress, and strong tower. And who is that refuge, fortress, and strong tower? It is God Almighty, the Lord of heaven and earth. 

Are you feeling weakened and exposed? Do you need security and support? Run to God’s Word, the Word, Jesus Christ (John 1:1-5). Hide in the shelter of His arms and He will strengthen you! Allow His words to fortify your will and make you strong. Be filled with His strength and stand firm on the Word of the Lord. Praise His holy name!

The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe.
  Proverbs 18:10 (NKJV)

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
  Psalm 91:2 (NKJV)

Hear my cry, O God;
Give heed to my prayer.

From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. 

For You have been a refuge for me,
A tower of strength against the enemy.

Let me dwell in Your tent forever;
Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. 
Psalm 61:1-4 (NASB)

My lovingkindness and my fortress,
My high tower and my deliverer,
My shield and the One in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues my people under me.
  Psalm 144:2 (NKJV)

“The Lord lives!
Blessed be my Rock!
Let God be exalted,
The Rock of my salvation!
It is God who avenges me,
And subdues the peoples under me;
He delivers me from my enemies.
You also lift me up above those who rise against me;
You have delivered me from the violent man. 
Therefore I will give thanks to You, O Lord, among the Gentiles,
And sing praises to Your name. 
“He is the tower of salvation to His king,
And shows mercy to His anointed,
To David and his descendants forevermore.”
  2 Samuel 22:47-51 (NKJV)

...stand firm in the Lord...  Phil. 4:1 (NASB)

Therefore he said to Judah, “Let us build these cities and make walls around them, and towers, gates, and bars, while the land is yet before us, because we have sought the Lord our God; we have sought Him, and He has given us rest on every side.” So they built and prospered.  2 Chronicles 14:7 (NKJV)
I will love You, O Lord, my strength. 
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
My God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. 
I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised;
So shall I be saved from my enemies. 
Psalm 18:1-3 (NKJV)

O Lord, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are rising up against me.
Many are saying of my soul,
“There is no deliverance for him in God.” 
But You, O Lord, are a shield about me,
My glory, and the One who lifts my head. 
I was crying to the Lord with my voice,
And He answered me from His holy mountain. 
I lay down and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord sustains me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
Who have set themselves against me round about.
Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God!
For You have smitten all my enemies on the cheek;
You have shattered the teeth of the wicked.
Salvation belongs to the Lord;
Your blessing be upon Your people! 
Psalm 3 (NASB)

But let all who take refuge in You be glad,
Let them ever sing for joy;
And may You shelter them,
That those who love Your name may exult in You. 
For it is You who blesses the righteous man, O Lord,
You surround him with favor as with a shield. 
Psalm 5:11-12 (NASB)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Butterfly Said So

“Your sister will call you on Tuesday after my surgery and then you can let everyone know how I’m doing,” my mom said, as we stood outside next to our cars. She prepared to go to church, while I had packed to
return home. 

“It’ll all be okay,” I replied, “the butterfly said so!”

“Okay,” she said, maybe a little hesitantly. 

“I’ll be praying,” I said as I entered my car.

Maybe you’re thinking—butterflies don’t talk, is she crazy? But I say, “Oh yes they do. They talk to me spiritually, not literally, and I have proof.”

I first encountered a butterfly one month after my daddy died. I drove to a neighbor’s house to deliver her mail and as I started to get out of the car, the floodgates opened and my tears fell. Those moments come unexpectedly when one experiences the death of someone dear. As I looked up, trying to control myself, a big beautiful orange butterfly flew up and over the hood of my car, hovering in front of my windshield. Immediately I felt peace, knowing in my heart that my dad had been healed through death into eternal life because he believed in Jesus Christ. Somehow I knew God spoke words of comfort to me through His exquisite creation. He loved me enough to care for my grieving heart. “Thank you, Jesus,” I shouted and my butterfly journey took flight.

During the days and months of mourning the loss of my dad, I also wept bitterly over the absence of my daughter. Her relationship with a controlling boyfriend continued to destroy our relationship. It tore my heartstrings and sickened my stomach. “Lord, help us,” I cried. 

Immediately a small yellow butterfly flew in front of me and peace invaded my heart. The memory of the butterfly flying over my car recurred and suddenly I recalled another moment when a little yellow one flew in front of me after praying to God about my son leaving home for college. “Wow, God, you really care about me,” I said.

Days, months, and years came to pass and life presented more trouble. Both my mother and my father-in-law were diagnosed with the C-word (CANCER). Over time three of our dogs died (our pets are like family to us). I missed my dad terribly, my daughter was still absent, and my heart ached. “Why, God? Why all this trouble?” I cried. His quiet devoted answer kept coming in the form of butterflies, and amidst the pain was peace. His faithfulness astounded me, and yet at times my hope faltered. 

One day God pulled out all the stops. I suffered from back problems because of wearing a boot for 2 months following a fall that tore ligaments and tendons in my ankle. I left work discouraged, stressed, and in pain. In my mind I screamed at God, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired and frustrated.” A butterfly flew all around my car as I got inside. “Okay, God, you have my attention,” I said, waiting for Him to speak. While driving the 10-mile stretch home, I counted 29 butterflies floating around my car. And God allowed me to arrive home safely while I tallied them. “You are awesome, God, and I love how you love me. Thank you for speaking butterfly to me!” I exclaimed. 

I’ve experienced seven years of ups and downs. My daughter returned to the Lord and us, leaving behind the boyfriend, and God grew our family by three (a daughter-in-law, a granddaughter, a grandson). My mother and father-in-law continue to battle cancer with some success, we have two more dogs, and I perservere through back strengthening exercises. Life is good because God is in control, even in hardship. 

Last week my mother received another diagnosis of cancer in her colon. Surgery will be this upcoming week. I almost questioned God until I glanced up at two butterflies fluttering before me. God has continued to speak through His beautiful creation ever since I heard the news. So I just had to tell my mom.

“If I haven’t heard something by noon, I’ll call somebody. Don’t worry, Mom, the butterfly said so!” I said to her, and she smiled with some reluctance. Who wouldn’t be doubtful when circumstances scream disaster? But in the middle of distress, God reigns as Ruler of heaven and earth. Praise His holy name! Thank you, Jesus.

Butterflies may symbolize different things to different people, but Christians see the butterfly as a symbol of rebirth and transformation. The beauty of the butterfly is the hope of a new beginning. Every time God shows me a butterfly, I’m reminded that He holds the key to new life and my soul is filled with peace. 

Does God speak to you through His creation? Is He trying to get your attention? Be still, pay attention, and know that He is God (Psalm 46:10). He knows all of your trials and tribulations and He desires to give you His peace. Read His word below as if it were a conversation between you and your Savior. Give Him praise for His faithfulness.

Remember my affliction and roaming, the wormwood and the gall.
My soul still remembers and sinks within me.
This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope.
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, 
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. 
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I hope in Him!”
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him. 
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly 
For the salvation of the Lord.  Lamentations 3:19-26

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Color of God's Powerful Love

Red-orange flames shoot from an object on the television screen. Our American flag is being burned by militants in Egypt as I watch from my living room. The color brilliantly glows over a scene filled with violence. Dissension and discord reigns where hatred abounds and I am heartsick at the sight of such loathing within the hearts of God’s creation. 

Reddish-orange tinted clouds dot a clear blue sky as
the sun sets in the west. God’s painted canvas beautifully illustrates His majesty and my praises sing out as I gaze upward from inside my car. A peace that passes all understanding fills my heart and I am gladdened at the work of my artistic Creator God who shines His love upon the earth. 

These are scenes that I witnessed this week; similar colors, yet dramatically different. The world is in an uproar, our country is in a mess, and it’s easy to become fearful and discouraged. 

Nearly every morning I arise very early for quiet time with the Lord. After my quiet time I exercise on the floor with small weights to keep my back muscles strong. As I work out, I watch a TV channel that plays Christian music while displaying photograghs of God’s awesome creation. Scripture passages appear in front of the scenery, proclaiming God’s word. Many times I hear with my heart a perfect word for the day. During this week of chaos, God spoke to me with His words from Psalm 113:3-4—From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. The Lord is exalted over all the nations, his glory above the heavens. (NIV)

“Ah Lord God, You are awesome and worthy to be praised,” I hear myself declaring to Him. “You always know the right words that speak to me and lift my spirits,” I say, yet fear continued to creep alongside my praise. 

An hour later while driving to work, I gazed up at the sky and God displayed another canvas of beauty. As the sun rose, the colors of red, orange, and yellow extended across the horizon. (I love how God confirms His words with more of the same for those of us who are slow to believe.) “Thank you, Lord,” I proclaim, “help me put my trust in You!”

When I arrived back home that afternoon, I quickly opened my computer and looked up “rising of the sun” on bible gateway and up popped the following verses. Open the eyes of your heart and praise the God of creation. Put your complete trust in the God of all nations! Hear God’s wonderful confirming words about His Sovereignty over the chaos of the world. Let His Word speak for itself!

The Mighty One, God, the Lord,
    speaks and summons the earth
    from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets.
From Zion, perfect in beauty,
    God shines forth.
Our God comes and will not be silent;
    a fire devours before him,
    and around him a tempest rages.
He summons the heavens above,
    and the earth, that he may judge his people:
“Gather to me my consecrated ones,
    who made a covenant with me by sacrifice.”
And the heavens proclaim his righteousness,
    for God himself is judge.
Psalm 50:1-6 (NIV)

I am the Lord, and there is no other;
    apart from me there is no God.
I will strengthen you,
    though you have not acknowledged me,
so that from the rising of the sun
    to the place of its setting
men may know there is none besides me.
    I am the Lord, and there is no other.
Isaiah 45:5-6 (NIV)

Truth is nowhere to be found,
    and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The Lord looked and was displeased
    that there was no justice.
He saw that there was no one,
    he was appalled that there was no one to intervene;
so his own arm worked salvation for him,
    and his own righteousness sustained him.
He put on righteousness as his breastplate,
    and the helmet of salvation on his head;
he put on the garments of vengeance
    and wrapped himself in zeal as in a cloak.
According to what they have done,
    so will he repay
wrath to his enemies
    and retribution to his foes;
    he will repay the islands their due.
From the west, men will fear the name of the Lord,
    and from the rising of the sun, they will revere his glory.

For he will come like a pent-up flood
    that the breath of the Lord drives along.
Isaiah 59:15-19 (NIV)

My name will be great among the nations, from the rising to the setting of the sun. In every place incense and pure offerings will be brought to my name, because my name will be great among the nations,” says the LORD Almighty. Malachi 1:11 (NIV)

“Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel,
    because he has come and has redeemed his people.
He has raised up a horn of salvation for us
    in the house of his servant David 
(as he said through his holy prophets of long ago),
salvation from our enemies
    and from the hand of all who hate us—
to show mercy to our fathers
    and to remember his holy covenant,
    the oath he swore to our father Abraham:
to rescue us from the hand of our enemies,
    and to enable us to serve him without fear
    in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.
And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
    for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
to give his people the knowledge of salvation
    through the forgiveness of their sins,
because of the tender mercy of our God,
    by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
to shine on those living in darkness
    and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.”
Luke 1:68-79 (NIV) This is Zechariah’s song after the birth of his son, John the Baptist.

Praise the Lord.
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
    praise the name of the Lord.
Let the name of the Lord be praised,
    both now and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
    the name of the Lord is to be praised.
The Lord is exalted over all the nations,
    his glory above the heavens. 
Who is like the Lord our God,
    the One who sits enthroned on high,
who stoops down to look
    on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
    and lifts the needy from the ash heap; 
he seats them with princes,
    with the princes of their people.
He settles the barren woman in her home
    as a happy mother of children.
Praise the Lord. Psalm 113 (NIV)

Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!” Luke 1:45 (NIV) This is Elizabeth’s word for Mary after finding out about the coming birth of the Messiah. May we truly believe in the power of God’s love just as Elizabeth and Mary did!
Just in case you’re having some doubts, let me share more testimony of our Sovereign Lord’s power over all the earth and His love that reigns down upon us. This morning at church I received validation about this particular blog post. God led me directly to Psalm 2 and wow did He ever speak to me. Listen to His words from Psalm 2:
Why are the nations in an uproar
The kings of the earth take their stand
And the rulers take counsel together
Against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying,
“Let us tear their fetters apart
And cast away their cords from us!”
He who sits in the heavens laughs,
The Lord scoffs at them.
Then He will speak to them in His anger
And terrify them in His fury, saying,
“But as for Me, I have installed My King
Upon Zion, My holy mountain.”
“I will surely tell of the decree of the Lord:
He said to Me, ‘You are My Son,
Today I have begotten You.
‘Ask of Me, and I will surely give the nations as Your inheritance,
And the very ends of the earth as Your possession.
‘You shall break them with a rod of iron,
You shall shatter them like earthenware.’”
Now therefore, O kings, show discernment;
Take warning, O judges of the earth.
Worship the Lord with reverence
And rejoice with trembling.
Do homage to the Son, that He not become angry, and you perish in the way,
For His wrath may soon be kindled.
How blessed are all who take refuge in Him! (NASB)

Not only did God speak to me directly, but He also spoke to me through our pastor. He is teaching a series on prayer and trying to instruct us to become participants of God’s word by allowing His word to transform us. Become convince of the power of God’s love and know that nothing (absolutely nothing) can separate us from the love of God in Jesus Christ. The world may rage around us and against us, but God will always (absolutely always) love us. 

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written:
“For Your sake we are killed all day long;
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:31-39 (NKJV)
Thank You, Jesus!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

God's Inspiration

I wrote the following story several years ago when torrential rains flooded our county. Water deluged many buildings. People lost their homes. Our basement flooded and, of course, my husband was out-of-town. Because I suffered from a back ailment, I couldn’t do much to clean up my house. I felt sorry for myself, looking at my circumstances instead of God, until I began to write it all down for an assignment in my writing class. Our instructor asked us to write about the person making an impact in our lives. Reflecting on my life, I realized many people influenced me, but my dog inspired me. 

                          Dog Tired but Inspired

     Life is saturated with influences. Situations happen. People arrive alongside life’s occurrences and generate those forces of influence. As I reflect upon the people who’ve had a tremendous impact on my life, I’m distracted by an extremely compelling circumstance.
     Schools and several businesses cancelled today because torrential rains flooded streets and buildings. The rain even seeped into our basement. My husband is working out-of-town and I’m experiencing back problems, so I’m throwing a pity party. Meanwhile in walks my neighbor, extending a helping hand to remove wet carpet.
     “Hey Deb,” Tom said, “I know Jeff’s out-of-town. How can we help you?” Wow, what a gratifying feeling to know someone’s got your back. Our neighbor’s assistance was significant, but I’m reminded of my husband’s help around the house when he’s home.
     “No,” he says, “you are not vacuuming with that bad back; you take care of the lighter stuff.” Wow, what support. I could celebrate either one of these men until I’m reminded of my Mom, a widow who’s battled cancer, or my deceased Dad who is bigger in death than in life.
     From my grandparents to my grandchildren, my family influences my life immensely. I’ve been sustained by champions. As I contemplate who to commend for positively affecting my life, I hear a thud.
     “Oh Sandy, honey, I hope your head is okay,” I said aloud. But she didn’t stop to look around. She kept fumbling her way to the water bowl. 
     “I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t find my way around. Did you move the furniture?” Did Sandy say that? Of course not. She’s a dog. If I suffered her issues, I’d scream all the time. She is a 13-year-old white miniature schnauzer afflicted with Cushing’s Disease and diabetes, causing total blindness. Her head is probably knotty from bumping into all our furniture. An added ailment she daily contends with is a fatty tumor the size of her head embedded on her right side.
     I pick her up and wonder out loud, “Are you lamenting the days of chasing squirrels? Do you fret about living in a dark world?” She doesn’t answer or complain. She simply puts one paw in front of the other three on the path from her bed to the water bowl. She takes one step at a time. Wow, or better yet bow wow, the tenacity of this little dog inspires me. 
     As I watch her bungling around, I’m reminded of the odds against her and I stop thinking of the odds against me. Suddenly a thought enters my mind: DOG spelled backwards is GOD. And there are common traits, like unconditional love, excitement when you return home, and noticing your heart not your outward appearance. Bow wow—now that is something to howl about.
     This weather phenomenon and its consequences will not dampen my spirits. My life is steeped with support from family and friends. Even the strength of my pet motivates me to keep on “keepin’ on”. What a profound yet simple life lesson my little dog taught me! 

Once again God used one of my dogs to speak to me. He speaks to all of us in many ways. Be still, listen for His voice, and follow His leading. He will always guide you along His righteous path. Praise Him right now with Psalm 23.

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want. 
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, 
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.  (NASB)

Sunday, September 2, 2012

A Lesson Learned

Alright God, I’m on a time schedule here. The writing project You assigned me needs to be completed. I’ve been working at school all year and it’s been very difficult to begin any writing at night after I’ve prepared supper and cleaned up the dishes. You know how tired I am during the week. Now is the time; school is out for summer. Please help me to “write Your answer” (Habakkuk 2:1-2) as You have instructed.

Those words actually came out of my mouth to God’s ears this summer. It wasn’t a conversation with Him, but my ranting at Him for the delay of His words flowing onto the page. Because of summer vacation from school, I had some free time. I didn’t have to rush off to work. Finally I could write without the usual disruptions. But nothing happened. It felt as if the words got stuck in a tar pit; some people call it “writer’s block.” Little did I know God had a different word for it and soon He showed me.

Several weeks passed and I added only a few words to my manuscript. As I sat outside on our deck one beautiful morning in July and struggled to write, I suddenly decided to put my computer, books, and journals away. Before frustration set in and failing became a belief, I needed to accomplish something, anything, even a small task. So I grabbed the “FURminator” (large yellow deshedding tool) and decided to brush my two dogs. 

“Cooper, come here,” I called as I coaxed my 90 lb. golden retriever to sit on the deck. He willingly obeyed and sat on his hind quarters while I began brushing his yellow-orange hair. “Good boy,” I repeated as I brushed him from head to paws. He only twitched when I ran the brush along his tail. “It’s ok,” I said, “you’re a good boy!” Finished, I thought, and with ease. Now for the little stinker!

The little stinker is my 16 lb. terrier mix (possibly mixed with jack russell because she can jump high off of all fours from a standing position). She loves to run and chase other animals, causing her hearing to be less than perfect. It takes several shouts to get her to obey any commands. “Come here, Lucy,” I firmly said for the third time. She finally crept up beside me. I picked her up, put her between my knees, grabbed one of her legs, and began brushing. She squirmed and wiggled, writhed and slithered. 

“Lucy, be still!” I said rather loudly and for a moment she quit fidgeting. She soon floundered again, anxious to get away from me. “How can I brush you when you won't be still?” I asked anyone who might be listening. God answered me!

“Debbie, are you paying attention to this illustration before you?” I felt God saying to me. “How much harder did you work with Lucy than Cooper?” I heard Him ask to anyone who might be listening. I listened! What a struggle it had been to groom her properly, I thought. She made it almost impossible to get the job done. Cooper, on the other hand, submissively obeyed, making grooming an effortless job. 

“Okay God, I get it,” I quickly answered. “My anxiety about writing Your answer on my time schedule prevented me from hearing Your answer in Your time. You want me to be still inside and out.”

I quickly put up the furminator, picked up my computer and writing supplies, and went into my prayer room/office. As I prepared to use my computer to write, I looked up and there before me on a plague were the words “BE STILL and KNOW that I AM GOD!” (Psalm 46:10) Thank you for confirmation, God! Could it be that I, like Lucy, chased a dream making my hearing less than perfect? Would God have to shout several times to get my attention? 

Earlier today as I prepared to write this message, I looked up the Habakkuk passage from Scripture and God communicated again to me the importance of being still and waiting on His answer. Until now verse two spoke God’s will into my life. Verse three screamed with validation the lesson learned this summer. Read Habakkuk 2:1-3 (NASB) below.

I will stand on my guard post
And station myself on the rampart;
And I will keep watch to see what He will speak to me,
And how I may reply when I am reproved. 
Then the Lord answered me and said,
“Record the vision
And inscribe it on tablets,
That the one who reads it may run. 
“For the vision is yet for the appointed time;
It hastens toward the goal and it will not fail.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
For it will certainly come, it will not delay.

Wow, God, You are awesome! I love how attentive You are to me. Help me to wait quietly every day in order to pay attention to You. Still my anxious thoughts and open my spirit to receive Your words of wisdom. Thank you, heavenly Father, for the lessons You teach me. Help me to actually put them into practice. Help me to be still, listen, and know You are God! In Jesus’ name. Amen. 

Are you anxiously hoping for an answer to a pressing problem? Have you tried to fix issues in your life rather than allowing God’s will to prevail? Sit still before the Lord and wait on His answer. Know that He is God and trust Him. Hear the words of the Lord and practice them:

“Cease striving and know that I am God...”  Psalm 46:10a (NASB)

Tremble, and do not sin;
Meditate in your heart upon your bed, and be still.  
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness,And trust in the Lord.  Psalm 4:4-5 (NASB)             AMEN!!!