“Wannabite?”

Worry fills the mind with a tangled web weighing down the soul, crushing it under its weight.  blogtrailer-1934480__340

“…they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true…and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season…” Rev. 6:10-11

Sleep fled from the young mother, leaving her staring at the darkness while her mind processed the unfolding events of the day. Phrases weaved a web of worry in her mind.“He still isn’t eating.” “Something is wrong with this baby.” “Call the doctor.” “He must remain in the hospital.”

She slipped to the floor beside her bed at home, while her newborn remained in his hospital bassinet, unaware of his desperate need. It was time to call on God.

In the late night hours, she poured out her fears and hopes, as she gave her newborn back to the heavenly Father who gave him. Her son belonged to God, not her. He knew his future, not her. Only He could heal, not her. Only God’s will would be best for her son, not hers.

She left her son in God’s hands. Trust came as she poured out her soul to God. Peace replaced worry. Now she would wait and rest.blogadult-1850223__340

“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him: fret not…” Psalm 37:7a

Many times in our pain and confusion our heavenly Father answers our prayers with, “Rest. It’s not yet completed.” Our partial understanding forgets our pain has a purpose we cannot always see. No matter what comes to those who love the Lord, He is working it for our good. He promises to turn the evil intent brought about by the sin of this world, to work good in our lives.

Why trust in God, rest in Him? Because He will, “Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.”  and again, “God hath spoken once, twice have I heard this, that power belongeth unto God.”  Ps. 60:11 & 62:11

The next morning, the nurse met the young mother at the nursery door. “Your baby began eating at the 2:00 a.m. feeding and hasn’t stopped.”

Would you believe as he grew his first words were a testimony to God’s power in his life, as he mimicked his mothers oft asked question, “Wannabite.”

Someone asked her after all the danger was past, “Wasn’t it hard to pray your prayer,  not knowing whether your newborn would live or die?”

Her answer? “What other choice did I have?”

My prayer for you is echoed in the words of Psalm 62:5-8.

My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.

Trust turns worry to dust. May you find rest.

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