We pray, “thy will be done….” but continue to ask for the same things over and over, because we either don’t get a clear message from God, we aren’t listening, or it’s not the answer we had hoped for.
I thought I wanted to live in the country–a quiet place to retire. My husband and I spent years searching the right place–close to a major airport, not too far for the kids to come visit, and a place where we could entertain them and have fun golfing, fishing, hiking. At the right time, we jumped into a building project of the house our dreams. I should say, “my dreams,” as I dreamed bigger than Glen.
My dream home became bigger and bigger and went from a manageable two-bath; two bedrooms, and a two-car garage to three of everything. I argued, “Some day, it will be good for resale.” I don’t remember asking God to guide this project, and it became a house bigger than we needed. When we sold it in 2002, the resale price barely covered the cost of building the home.
One might think it’s not necessary to consult God in and for everything and then wait for an answer. A good answer to the retirement project would have been, “Go west, retired couple–that’s where you belong.”
Thank you, Lord, for revealing the desires of our heart aren’t always what is best for us. Amen.