Bigger than the boxes

My God is limitless. Sometimes I forget this, and place Him into boxes that I can understand and wrap my head around.

God, if you bring about that answer or do this, I'll be able to make sense of the results. Ill be able to connect the dots and see where we're going. I can predict the next step and mentally prepare.  

But He doesn't work that way. In fact, the path of predictability is displeasing to the Lord.  In Hebrews 11:6, the Bible says the "without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him."

Faith is believing that God is bigger than my boxes.  If I'm angry, my vengeful prayers that ask for the answers I think make sense are completely lacking in faith.  I rob myself of the joy of knowing a phenomenally huge God, bigger than I can possibly imagine and richer in love than I could ever understand.  If I'm desperate and don't understand the path I'm on, it lacks faith to come to God and demand a way out that would fit into a comfortable life.  It lacks faith to pray for the sensible, human option.  And even if I think my heart is in the right place, if I'm coming to God with a request for something I made up for myself, it does not please God that I think my option could serve me better than His plans. 

My God does exist.  He reigns today and is just as powerful to save as He was all that time ago.  He knows what's best.  He knows the difference between selfish prayers and those prayed in faith. 

God is bigger than my boxes.

 

Next

We live in silos here.  The silence is deafening, and cannot be ignored.  We're all sitting right next to each other, quietly screaming to be heard, yet no one wants to listen.  Does silence frighten you?  Would you really have me believe that all you want is for everyone to leave you alone?  What do you need to prove, as if to say you're above it all?  

Mistakes have been made and they've scattered your team.  We're all scrambling to figure out where we're going from here and you remain silent.  I don't know how to respond to the jokes that aren't funny.  I don't know how to keep praying for wrong to be made right when everything is just swept under the rug. 

Chapters need to close.  Hearts need to soften.  The castle you've built is beginning to crumble and we're all watching.  It's empty here, don't you feel it? The life has left and we're starving slowly.  I'm not horrified, but others are.  They are in my prayers, as are you.  Can we start over?  Is it too late?  Did you already sell your soul to money and we're paying the consequences?

God is not done with you.  The silent screams can be heard from the heavens, and He knows every thought running through your head.  He knows the schemes of those whose desires are for your detriment, and He knows the hearts of those who will forever be grateful for your tenacity and ingenuity.  I'm praying that He will open your eyes and give you the grace and humility to deal with the difficult roads that lie ahead, because there's nothing else I can do.

To pin all this down onto a single sheet of paper; to capture all the whirling fears and uncertainties and put them in a box to analyze and understand would be impossible. All I can do is pray that you are given the wisdom and discernment to make hard, yet moral decisions. I can be cut and survive. My chapter here closes at His discretion, but you're the hand He'll use to write the last sentence.