Whenever something in life starts to go a little of what I consider off course, I have this little memory that creeps up and haunts me. Years ago I was sitting in a prayer meeting, a friend of mine, whom I to this day consider a mentor, prayed a prayer I thought sounded awesome but didn’t have a clue as to it’s meaning. He simply prayed that “those who are struggling would consider Your sovereignty a pillow of comfort to lay there heads on.” I thought that prayer sounded awesome, and right then and there asked what in the world it meant. It seemed so vague, how can God’s sovereignty be considered a comfort to those who were struggling?
Something to understand about me is I like conclusive, concrete answers. I like labels. So for me to understand what in the world my friend was talking about I asked the Lord in prayer to help me. Well, ever pray for patience? You know the minute you pray it the Lord begins to test it. That kinda thing happened to me, only with regards to His sovereignty being comforting.
To spare you the details I began having medical issues, all the tests were giving “inconclusive” results. Well to someone who likes things conclusive you can imagine how that felt. I got to the point after years of well it maybe this or it maybe that, I literally said to God that I would be ok with it if it were cancer, or some weird autoimmune disease. Why? Because then I would at least know what it is, and I find comfort in the label. Do I really want cancer or an autoimmune, of course not, but I like labels. “I” can do something about them then, it gives “me” something to fight.
In that moment I realized what my friend had prayed years earlier. Although I didn’t know what was happening, why I was sick, God did. I knew / know that I trust Him, that He loves me so much that He was willing to conquer sin and death by sending His son to live a life I could never live and die a death I should die, and rise again conquering sin. I know that no matter what happens He is in control. Nothing happens without His knowing it. These are statements I “knew” intellectually but had failed to link to the heart. For the first time in my life I understood what it felt like to find comfort, not in my knowing something, but in His knowing something.
Recently my husband and I have made a life changing move. We moved 1000 miles away from the church we loved and served at, away from the comfort of our christian friends and family, away from all that we had known. There we had goals, careers everything we thought we needed. And in one fail swoop, we were a thousand miles away. Again I picture, years ago, that small prayer meeting my friend praying that prayer.
This understanding doesn’t always change the day to day struggle of things. It does, however, change actions and outlooks on things. No longer am I controlled by my lack of understanding to spin and toil, worry or fret. Instead I am controlled by my knowledge that my Creator is intimately acquainted with what is going on, and at the end of the day, that’s what matters most.
