Today was a constant fight. I’d find God, then soon after I’d be frustrated at some little nothing. What a wonderful thing that God allows us to fight for his presence. I feel like I am more sanctified right now than I was this morning. Still, I wish it had been a day full of walking with God, but this must be the next best thing.
At one point, I was frustrated with a project that I was working on. I needed 2′ long 2×4 to lower a piece of material and I realized that I threw all of the spare lumber away a few weeks ago in preparation for moving. I hate needing things that I just threw away. This particular lack was especially easy to hate because God was supposed to get us out of here by now: I wasn’t supposed to have to work on this project at all. What a wretched sinner I am.
Yet I was enabled by God’s good grace to turn to him with all of my cares. I asked unashamedly for a solution to my problem. I asked strongly knowing how dumb a thing it was to pray for, but still believing that my Father wanted to hear about it. Very quickly he lifted up my spirits to commune with him. At that point, the rest of the world fell away. I didn’t care about the project anymore, yet I felt I had an answer to my request. I walked over to where I was working to see what the answer would be, and before I had even gotten there, my eye fell on a 2×6 that was just long enough for the job. It is a silly thing, but sometimes that is just where our doubts hit the strongest. We believe God will send his Son to die for us, but that he wont provide a 2′ long scrap of wood.
Communion Journal
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