I didn’t know that my view of His goodness was yet immature. Show us your goodness.”Īs I thought about all I had asked of God in those months with my friend, I became angry. My friend and I had prayed, “Lord, be faithful to us. He knew very well that I was hurting, and He didn’t care. There was nothing I could do to help myself. I was forced to wait in the fog. I peered through a heavy fog, attempting to catch even the faintest glimpse of something to hold onto.Īll of my attempts were in vain. I tried to make do with what I had, searching for a calling in the midst of doubt and uncertainty with no clear direction. I fought through the battles of feeling forgotten by God, and the battles of swirling unknowns around me while I waited for something I could bank on and begin to move forward. I began to feel like God was being good to everyone but me. Why was it that I asked and heard no answer, saw no fruit, felt no movement from God in any part of what I had asked for? Why was it that everyone around me seemed to ask God for something and receive it the next day?
We were ready for the same things at the same times. We were all supposed to receive together. Meanwhile, I felt like I had been left on the sidelines.
I watched as friends and peers were blessed with answers to prayers for jobs, cars, places to go, things to do, husbands, babies, ministry and all-around satisfying circumstances. Seeing her was a painful reminder of God being good to her, but not to me.Īs a 23-year-old woman, I had plenty more opportunities to observe what appeared to be God “being good” to everyone around me.
EVERYONE HAS A STORY HE SAW JESUS HOW TO
It was awkward for her to be around me because she didn’t know how to handle receiving a yes when she knew I’d received a no. In the months that followed, my friend and I started to drift away from each other. And in His infinite wisdom, He had chosen to say “yes” to my friend and “no” to me.
God had heard our prayers, every one of them.