God Knows How Old We Are
I was struck by this recently when I prayed for a young believer, damaged by life and harsh memories of religious censure. God, to her, is so intertwined with rigidity, sternness, and a cold, astringent approach to piety, that she has difficulty separating the two: God isn’t love; He’s a series of rules.
But she was desperate, distraught, discouraged, and despondent, and after listening to her hurt, I asked if I could pray. My thought on doing this, was this:
“God, You’d better follow through. Because she doesn’t really believe in or trust You.”
My second thought was, “It shows the level of my disbelief and trust that I even said that. You can take care of Yourself, and I know that You’ll take care of her.”
He did. Within the week, two amazing, one unusual, and one challenging thing happened, but by golly, something happened, and the next time we spoke, my friend cautiously agreed that God didn’t hate her after all. She is depending upon Him to walk her through the challenging thing.