Won’t He do it. Oh how my Father loves me in ways that I can’t even imagine! And I’m a mother. A mother who would give up her life (and at times has given up her “life”) for her precious babies to survive and thrive.
The other morning I was listening to a pastor speak at Elevation Church, and I was reminded of how great His love is for us. I laughed and I cried (ugly cried) and I praised and I prayed throughout it. He leaves the ninety-nine for the ONE lost sheep. The one.
So, what makes you think He won’t do it? Whatever your greatest desire or want or craving or need – will He not do immeasurably more for you than you can ask or imagine?
I share our story often because I get to be living proof of this.
I’m a woman who does life with a chronic disease – I’ve had a mosquito borne virus and cancer and two complicated pregnancies. I have experienced the depths of grief and despair in multiple seasons. I have had physical pain that others cannot imagine. I’ve raised a medically fragile baby. I have a special needs daughter. Yet (wait for it)… I’m spiritually well.
Spiritually well as in I have hope and joy and peace here and now. Not just in the tomorrow’s or in the eternal life I look forward to.
I have witnessed blessing after blessing in crisis after crisis.
There is opportunity in pain.
For me, I learned to look up with hands wide open – receptive to the now and the next – and say, “Won’t He Do It!” Because I know He will.
This week, after praying over my relationship with the once-medically-fragile joy-boy that I get to do life with (I refer to him as Mild on social platforms, but he’s really my Ry), I once again saw the Lord’s grace. Little reminders are as important – if not more important – to notice than the big ones. They build up, and brick by brick turn into the most solid foundation for the relationship we crave with Christ. One in which we know we can depend on Him… I know I can depend on Him.
So this week, after quite a few weeks of the cold shoulder from this precious little boy, who happens to be the most loving child ever, our connection has been restored. This is the power of prayer.
What happened? (You might be wondering.)
Well, it started with realizing that I hadn’t prayed over our angst. Which led to researching self-regulation strategies for Mild. And finally, it ended with me volunteering in his school library again after several weeks of debilitating migraines and a bout of almost-pneumonia.
(insert long expectant pause)
It’s fascinating how our children work!
And while I knew that Ry was and is absolutely a quality time child, I didn’t see what had happened over the course of me taking care of me to take better care of him. We went from teaching two yoga classes a week together, and me volunteering in the library at his school every week, to quiet moments together here and there, and snuggles at bedtime. It wasn’t enough. He’s young – and of course he didn’t know what he needed from me. So instead, he started whining and complaining and resisting and acting out in small, rebellious ways.
It got me to thinking… How much am I like Mild with my Heavenly Parent? I shrug him off when my needs aren’t being met. I whine and complain and resist (in my head of course, because I’m a grown adult!). And I don’t even ask Him for what I need. Even though I know that I know that I know He will do it. If I ask.
What have you not asked Him for yet? What do you need to leave at the foot of His heavenly throne? How much relief would it bring you to know that He will do it?
I dare you. Today, throw your hands up and say it with me with childlike faith. “Won’t He Do It!” Say it like you mean it. Like you know it. Like He has offered it to you already all tied up with a bow. Because He has.
I love you. I am praying for you. And I am speaking LIFE into your greatest Godly desires today, beautiful friend. Won’t He do it? Won’t He do it!
Oh there is power in His name!!