I had put myself in an awkward position. No—literally. Forced to recline at an odd angle because our loveseat’s a bit too small for both me and Calvin to stretch out, my view was the back of a whiteboard Calvin uses for studying. One side listed several meds he needed to memorize for school; the other side was a verse.
I had just come home late again, tired physically, but mostly emotionally. I had prayed out loud on the way home (something I do a lot), talking to Jesus about His plans and purposes for my life, telling Him how thankful I am to be a sheep in the pasture of a Good Shepherd.
Now I was squished on the cramped couch, staring up at the verse on the back of whiteboard:
“Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.” (Psalm 100:3).
There’s no way I would have seen the verse had I not been so exhausted I had to lie on the couch. There’s also no way I would have seen it had I not been in an uncomfortable position.
Friend, this is the goodness of God. Not that my situation always changes or that I get exactly what I’m praying for the moment I ask, but that I get Jesus for my situation—the presence and the peace and friendship of the One who knows and loves me. I don’t chalk up things like reading the very verse from which my prayers were born to coincidence. Doing so would be like saying my husband bringing home my favorite flowers on my birthday is a coincidence.
The more I walk and talk and just sit with him, the more I learn that Jesus is personal, and that relationship with Him is not solely a life of sacrifice and suffering. There most definitely is sacrifice and suffering involved—required, even—but there is also sweetness. There is also beauty. There is also the fullness of joy. Even if my situation doesn’t change and the rain doesn’t come in a year of drought, I still get all of Jesus to sustain me.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:8).
Kayley Chartier 