The Hubs woke me up at 5:30 this morning with a potential household problem. I did not cry or cuss or have any other overly emotional reaction, although I did feel like I could throw up. I googled how to fix our potential problem, made some phone calls once the business day started, prayed A LOT that God would make the problem be nothing or help us through it somehow. And then I went about my day of household productivity, and every time I had a negative thought about our potential problem I prayed and focused on the positive. This does not come naturally to me. Well, the praying sort of does - but usually my prayers are more questions/complaints/whines - optimism, unfortunately, is a battle for me.
Yesterday I was reading in Alicia Chole's book, Intimate Conversations on how Abraham, David, and Jeremiah questioned God. Alicia writes, "They asked...and then remembered God's Word. They asked...and then listened for God's voice. They asked...and then they waited. ...We ask...and then remember our troubles. We ask...and then listen to other voices. We ask...and then we leave. Do I want to cultivate resentment and arrogance or do I want to cultivate dependence and humility?"
But by the grace of God I battled away today... asking. waiting. trusting. waiting.
Then at 2:00 we found out our problem did not exist. Praise. The. Lord.