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Heavenly Tears

“I’m sorry that I’m crying.”

As a prayer coach, that phrase makes my hackles go up. After years of working with people and helping them embrace their communication with God, I know that tears are a vital method of expression. I’ve seen tears be the key that unlocks forgiveness, releasing a person into a new level of freedom. They’ve been an indicator that we’ve walked into a sacred space, where God is so present that nothing but tears expresses the fullness of the experience. Tears have been a warning that we’ve stepped into something that needs a deeper inspection before the Lord. When I’ve prayed with someone, and a new future opens for them, tears of joy often flow. I love it when someone gets a download from God that’s punctuated with tears, because that’s when they’ve entered a oneness with God that’s indescribable. I love people who can and do cry, because I know God is with them.

When I see tears flowing, I think of Psalm 56:8 in The Passion Translation:

You’ve kept track of all my wandering and my weeping.
You’ve stored my many tears in your bottle—not one will be lost.
For they are all recorded in your book of remembrance.

God loves our tears so much that He stores them, so they aren’t lost. Or how about the woman, a sinner, in Luke 7:38 who comes to Jesus:

Broken and weeping, she covered his feet with the tears that fell from her face. She kept crying and drying his feet with her long hair. Over and over, she kissed Jesus’ feet. Then, as an act of worship, she opened her flask and anointed his feet with her costly perfume.

Even though the people in the room tried to stop her, Jesus made sure that her tears are remembered.

Even the other day, as I was crying out of frustration and anger, God was there. How do I know? Later, as my husband read our nightly devotion, God addressed those tears directly through the lesson. He knew about them long before they even happened.

So, please, don’t tell anyone that they shouldn’t cry, or make them feel embarrassed. Instead, embrace the moment as if you can see God’s tear collection bottle. Also, don’t hand someone a tissue before they ask. A tissue offered prematurely is a non-verbal signal that you are uncomfortable with the messiness and want them to stop. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen the movement of God dry up because of the dreaded tissue. It often started a litany of apologies that made me want to cry for them.

 So, cry, baby cry, let waterworks flow. Think of tears as a fuel that moves heaven. Either get on board with what God is doing or get out of the way while He works. I’m praying that each of us stands firm in our God-given gift of crying, guarding that treasure as if it’s the rarest of gems.

Andrea Sanger
Creative Prayer Coach

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Why A Prayer Coach

Reminder that in prayer there can be unit in diversity.

I didn’t always love praying. In fact, to make the rote prayers more interesting, my sister and I competed to see who could say them the fastest without skipping words. However, I realized praying must be important since it was sprinkled throughout my day, at home, school, and church, with different prayers for different situations.

It wasn’t until I was in my teens that prayer began to change. In Youth Group my mom, the volunteer leader, started asking us to go off script and adlib “heartfelt” prayers. I went from being bored with prayer to being terrorized by it. Now, I had to dream up something to say that wouldn’t sound stupid in front of my peers. After a few weeks of the teens fumbling over words and passing the verbal ball to the next person in the circle, she switched to “God thank you for…” We each had to fill in the blank with at least one word.

After getting over the initial angst, the simple thank you prayers propelled me into a journey of hunting for things that God was doing. I never wanted to be caught without something to fill in the blank. The hunts for God eventually turned into longer conversations with Him as I moved through my day.

By the time I became a Director of Prayer Ministry at my church. I had developed a quiet communication with God that went far beyond the simple rote prayers of my youth. However, I was now the leader tasked with helping others move beyond the boredom and terror of praying.

I was confronted with various excuses:

  • I don’t know how to pray or what to say (fear)
  • God listens to that person more than me (comparison and abdication)
  • He doesn’t listen anyway (lack of faith)
  • I don’t have time for it (idolatry – putting something before God)
  • We should be doing not sitting around praying (lacking the understanding of the power of prayer)
  • Praying in groups is wrong – we should only pray when we are alone (using only a piece of scripture to justify a position)

As a result of the various reasons people gave me to keep from accomplishing my job, God started giving me creative prayer ideas and a greater understanding that engagement comes in various forms. In prayer, one-size does not fit all. Each of us is wired differently causing us to interact with God uniquely.

For the past twenty years, I’ve been on a quest to make prayer accessible and easy for everyone. I’ve gone to conferences, become a certified Spiritual Formation Coach, and got both a Masters and Doctoral degree in Practical Ministry. I’ve done 1-1 training, taught classes, spoken at conferences, and written articles, all with the underlying philosophy that God wants to spend time with each person growing relationship through communication.

There are four things that drive me:

  1. We are asked to pray without ceasing in the Bible, which includes praying alone and in groups. Jesus didn’t teach His disciples to pray: My Father who is in heaven, but Our Father…
  2. I believe that there can be unity in our diversity in prayer. My sampler quilt is my inspiration – every square is different but together they make something beautiful.)
  3. That God wants every street, every home, and every business prayed for. Though these are all land designations – they encompass people’s lives)
  4. I can’t accomplish the first three without a lot of people participating

Praying that God will give you boldness and increase your desire to communicate with Him.

Andrea Sanger
Creative Prayer Coach

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Written Prayers

A Scriptural Rosary Book, WayMakers Seek God for the City Book and an Old Lutheran Prayer Book - all book that are on my bookshelf.
Prayer Books I’ve Reviewed, Written for, and Used

I love written prayers. After all, I’m a writer.

The prayer traditions passed down through the written word are priceless. They give me a sense of praying with generations of people. A sense of peace and comfort also comes with these prayers because that’s how I first learned to pray.

However, I sometimes think about what it would be like to be God listening to the same prayer over and over. Does He want to say, “Just move on already?” I probably would, which is why I’m grateful to my grandpa, a pastor. He showed me there was more to prayer. Every morning and evening, he started his conversations with God by using the red Lutheran Book of Prayer. However, he didn’t stop with just those written words. He used those prayers as a jumping-off point to pray for other vital things.

One night as we prayed together, the written prayer talked about blessing family. He used that idea to pray for his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and the generations to come. It was a simple but profound prayer that each generation would love God and want to serve Him with their whole hearts.

It occurs to me he probably prayed a similar prayer each time he came to this prayer in his little book. Year after year, he’d been praying for me, my husband, and sisters, adding names as we got married and had children.

The remarkable thing about his prayer is that it’s coming to pass. Each generation, so far, loves God and is currently serving Him in some role (missionaries, pastors, A/V expert at a Christian university, Christian bookstore manager, students, nurse, etc.)  In each instance, they share their faith in whatever their sphere of influence. I can’t wait to see what happens with the great-great-grandchildren. How will my grandpa’s simple prayer that was sparked by a written prayer affect that generation and the generations to come?

I don’t think I will ever give up writing down my prayers or using prayers that others have written, but I want to model my grandpa’s example. I try to creatively go beyond what’s written, making the prayer personal and relevant to the moment in time.

God doesn’t care where you start. He wants to have a conversation with you. The longing of God’s heart is to hear anything you have to say. He wants to have a friend-to-friend dialog with you. One that isn’t perfect, but honest and raw with nothing held back. I encourage you to find a devotional book or prayer book that speaks to your heart and use it to start those conversations. God’s waiting for you.

Andrea Sanger

Creative Prayer Coach

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Sacrificial Act of Worship

On Tahquitz Canyon Trail

After twenty-four years of researching and thinking about Tahquitz Canyon, I finally hiked up to the falls. Sure, it’s only about a two-mile loop trail with about a three-hundred-and-fifty-foot rise. Still, the hundred-plus steps that were twelve to twenty inches high made the trek a real accomplishment.

Looking up at Tahquitz Falls

Back when we first moved out to the desert in 1998, I started spiritual mapping the area. I researched the history of Palm Springs and the Coachella Valley to understand how the past is affecting our present and future. It was clear that Tahquitz Canyon played a significant role from the very beginning. The Cahuilla people have a deep spiritual connection to the canyon. It’s one of a couple of places where freshwater flows all year in the desert, so it sustains life.

In my historical quest, I found the story of Lonnie Frisbee, a drug addict hippie – by his own admission – who started the Jesus People Movement of the 1960s. The story I’ve read is that he went up to the Falls, dropped LSD, then had an encounter with God that so affected him that he started baptizing people that were with him. Then he went down to Orange County and connected with John Wimber and Chuck Smith, which catapulted the movement forward.

Writing about the Falls

As I sat on a rock near the water, it felt like I had entered a sanctuary. The high rock walls, echoing the water splashing into the small basin, and the creek’s burble flowing down into the desert surrounded me with a sense of awe and peace. The shade of the trees, with a slight breeze, allowed me to feel the joy of the trees clapping their hands, in Isaiah 55:12. I’m not sure I can adequately explain the deep spiritual connection I had to God at that moment, but I know something shifted in me. It was as if I had a destiny moment – being in the right place at the right time so that God could use me to do something He’d been planning to do.

Internally I shouted, “Hineni” – Hebrew for “Lord, I’m ready, I’ll go, I’m listening, tell me what You would have me know.” The idea that God can use me or anyone, no matter how messed-up, to start a world-changing movement, resonated in my being. Even though I was sore and tired by the end of the hike, I now know God  calling me to raise up people who are willing to go on prayer adventures with God – sacrificial acts of worship, where our presence is used to change atmospheres, spread love, and the joy of the Lord. The world needs us to listen to what we need to know, so that we can go and do what God wants at the right time. I’m confident this hike was to show me, and you, that anything is possible when we desire to be in the center of God’s will.

I long for your prayers as God continues to reveal my part to play in this new season. I’m praying that you will join me in the journey.

Andrea Sanger
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You Collect What?

It’s not metal dogs but…

In 2020, I started a new hobby, collecting pictures of signs designed to change pet/owner behavior. It all started in March, which was a strange and terrible time. Everything in our community was shutdown. Our city looked like a ghost town. How do I know? My husband and I drove around every day for an hour or more, praying over our community. It was depressing and scary. I pleaded with God to lighten the mood and give us hope.

He answered me through a tiny sign planted in the gravel of someone’s yard. We drove by before I realized what I was seeing. I started laughing and told my husband to back-up so I could take a picture.

I honestly didn’t stage the picture – what you see is exactly what I saw. It probably appealed to me because I love fourth-grade toilet humor. My dad was a plumbing wholesale manufacturer’s representative, who kept me laughing with tall tales regarding bodily functions and the various items we use for disposal. Anyway, the picture of that little four-inch sign still makes me chuckle, but it also started me on a quest to find as many of that type of signage as possible.

A Small Portion of My Sign Collection

I’ve assembled an impressive collection in the past ten months. Some are scary or angry, and some spout legalese, which doesn’t seem to be factual, according to my research. Others are cute or funny. God has been using these signs like a flashing light to get me to pray for the people’s hearts on both sides of those signs. They remind me to be civil and respectful and to have respect for others. The signs also remind me to ask for God’s help to be loving and kind when I feel disrespected.

Whose responsibility?

The humor in my latest finds found five feet from each other, point out the absurdity of our expectations sometimes, and reminds us to laugh at ourselves.

I appreciate that God uses my quirky hobby to remind me of bigger concepts.  I’m curious. Do you have any odd hobbies that God uses in your life? Do you ever think God has a strange sense of humor? What makes you smile when you are feeling blue? Where are you finding God-smiles in the middle of the physical and mental drama going on around us?

If you can’t answer any of those questions, ask God to lighten your mood and give you hope. Then let me know how He answers.

I’m praying for wide-open eyes for you to see the small things that will make you smile.

Andrea Sanger

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I’ve Done It!

First Draft Notebook

On Christmas Day, I met a goal I’ve been working toward for a long time. I finished the first draft of my memoir. The 486 double-spaced pages with wide margins mean I have a lot of revising and editing ahead of me. 

The point of telling you this isn’t so you’ll be impressed with the number of words or pages, but to celebrate a step in a long-term dream of being a published author.

Along the way, I’ve learned a lot.

First, I’m thankful for all the teachers who encouraged my love of the written word. I’m terribly sorry I didn’t listen more closely when they were trying to teach me the grammar rules.

Second, I’m glad I’ve kept a journal, calendars with notes, photo albums with captions, and other tidbits. I couldn’t have gotten this far without all the junk stashed in boxes.

Third, although writing looks like a solitary endeavor, it never is.

Imagine my husband having to deal with me being angry over the past. He never knew if it was something he did today or an incident from twenty years ago, as I processed those moments to write them with genuine feeling.

I also have a fantastic friend who reads all my junky writing and cleans it up, so I can share it with my writing group that pushes me to be the writer I dream I will be someday.

Fourth, and I think the most important – none of this would have happened without God’s intervention. I’m still not sure anyone will want to read what I’ve written, but that doesn’t matter. The process has been a study in following the leading of God. Over the past twenty-five years, God has prompted people to tell me to write a book. I kept demurring, but God kept nudging me with the idea that I needed to write, write, write. It was quite annoying.

Then on November 16th, 2020, I felt God challenge me to 40-days of sacrificial writing. The concept was to write every day no matter what I felt like or what excuse I could conger up. I wrote fifty-two scenes amounting to a little over 50,000 words. The challenge proved to me I can do anything that God wants me to do, even if I think it’s impossible or I’m not feeling it. I sensed Him sitting in the room with me, cheering me on at 11:30 pm when I wanted to be in bed. “Just a little more, you can do it!”

So, whatever dream or heart’s desire you’ve put on a shelf for another day, I want to say God is waiting for you. He wants to come alongside you with encouragement and vision for that completed project. Please let Him help you. It’s worth it. The sense of accomplishment is fantastic – even if nobody else will appreciate what you’ve done, you’ll know, and your connection with God will grow.

I’m praying that many dreams and visions will come into the light through you!

Andrea Sanger

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Reading Is My Drug of Choice

Bibles Galore – Which one will I read today?

Yes, I love to read. I read to go to sleep. I read to wake-up. I read to reward myself for a job well done. I read for pleasure. I read to learn new things. I read because it’s in front of me (like the cereal box in the morning). If there are words, I’m reading them. In fact, as a little kid, I once read virtually every sign from Portland to Sacramento out loud. For me, it was a fun way to help keep the driver stay awake on that overnight trip. (There are a lot of EXIT signs along the I-5). My Kindle app recently announced that I’ve read over 760 days in a row.

Fortunately, God is using my crazy obsession for my good. I want to share with you today a few of the life-altering books that I’ve consumed this past year:

  1. Winning the Battle for the Night – God’s Plan for Sleep, Dreams and Revelation, by Faith Blatchford. A book I read right after I had surgery last January – a time when sleep was alluding to me. It helped me take back my nights from terror, for rest and restoration.
  • The Way of The Warrior Series (books 1-3) by Graham Cooke. Well, as far as I’m concerned, anything by Graham will stir me up to greatness, but these were particularly inspiring. Being an excellent warrior takes training and practice.
  • Mantled With Authority – God’s Apostolic Mandate to Women, by Barbara Yoder. Although this book sat on my shelf for fifteen years, it just seemed to jump into my hands asking to be read last month. Basically, Barbara and other Christian women leaders call us to wake up and answer the call God has on our lives to lead with strength, wisdom, and compassion. It woke up my Mama Bear (don’t mess with my people) while helping me to rethink what I’ll be like in my next season as an influential leader. God and I have some big plans to work toward.
  • Make Us One – A 31-Day Prayer Journey Toward Racial Healing, compiled and edited by Niko Peele (a young black man) and Jonathan Graf (an old white guy) with a foreword by Dr. Alveda King. My frustration was deep, with not knowing how God wanted me to respond to what was going on around us. I needed to have my heart, mind, and eyes refocused on God’s plan, not the various versions of the world’s view. In this little book, the prayers and testimonies challenged and released increased levels of love and understanding that I wasn’t getting anywhere else. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if God used this time to unleash a holy unity in love that has the power to transform the world? I’m in for that, are you?

Though I didn’t mention it above, I also am a student of the Bible. Various versions of the Bible fill two-and-a-half shelves of my bookcase, with my current favorite being The Passion Translation. I’m so thankful that God helped me, a person with dyslexia, learn to read. I get to hunt Him down through the written word every day. He opens my mind to possibilities and a greater understanding of Him through what others have written. What is God teaching you through the things you read?

I’m praying that His ideas leap off the page and into your heart!

Andrea

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Words Change Things

Words Over My Weeks
WORDS TO INSPIRE

Last October, God and I had some fun. Together we came up with a word to pray over each week of this year. I’m amazed at how God has met my needs through those words. For example, when my cancer surgery was postponed due to a blood clot in my leg, my word was JOY. I know, what a horrible word when I was stressed and in pain. However, it was perfect for that week. God infused incredible JOY into the mess by showing me that postponing the surgery meant thousands of dollars saved. God also made it clear that I could trust Him to take care of me in all situations, the most joyful thing of all.

So, my word for this week is COLOR. I admit that this is a weird word, and I wondered how God would pull off COLOR. (I don’t usually look at the words ahead of time because I want God to do it without me trying to make it happen.)

In setting my goals for this month, I wanted to learn some new things. I chose to learn how to use the Canva app. I’ve used other publishing/design programs in the past and wanted to upgrade my skillset with a new product. As it turns out, they have multiple courses to get a newbie up and running. I chose to watch the ones on design to see how they use their product. To my surprise, about half of the course was about COLOR. Yep, God snuck in COLOR through a computer app this time.

As I watched the course, I realized that I wanted to update my blog’s colors to reflect the changes in me. God showed me that the grey cloud hanging over my head is lifting, and I need to release that into my work, so I have intensified the colors. The change corresponds to God releasing more drive and purpose into my life – I have things to do, people to see, and hope for a bright future.

All the reflection on color also made me realize that the content of my blog is also shifting. It feels more personal, more about the ways God enhances my life every day, and what it can do in yours. The texture of my life has changed, as God reveals Himself daily in the little things. So, from now on, I plan to focus on how God is in the details of life.

I look forward to the crazy things God is going to do in, through, and for me this coming year. I’m already asking Him to give me a new set of words for my weeks (November 2020 – October 2021).

WORD OVER MY WEEKS

I hope you will join me in asking God for words over your weeks. It’s simple: sit down with a calendar, ask God what word He wants for each week, then write whatever comes to your mind. I understand that sounds weird — but trust me — and it’s fun. It’s even more exciting to see later how those words were important.

Praying that you enjoy words from God!

Andrea

P.S. By the time this blog is posted, my word will be TEXTURE. It just makes me laugh.

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ON THE ROAD

Long Straight Road

I’m not a fan of long-distance driving. However, it’s something we do on a regular basis, making the round trip to Seattle and back to the desert.

To make the drive more interesting this summer, my husband decided to deviate from driving the I-5 and take a less-traveled route through Bishop, CA, onto the US Route 95, through Nevada, Oregon, and Idaho. I was looking forward to the change. Little did I know that the road through Nevada is even more boring than I-5 through the San Joaquin Valley. The terrain was a flat desert, with almost no signs of human life for miles in any direction. The road was designed by someone who liked straight lines. We joked about the fact that we could predict where we’d be in an hour and how thrilling it was to encounter another vehicle.

Though the monotony got to me, I felt at peace. Leaving behind traffic and being on a less-used route provided time to relax and enjoy the beautiful clear blue skies and the companionship of being with my best friend.

Smoke clouding our view of Mt. Shasta

Our trip home was vastly different. On the way home, we sped down the highway with packs of other vehicles.  By the time we arrived in Medford, Oregon, the smoke from the fires blazing away in California changed the color of the sky to a dingy brownish blue. When we stopped briefly in Red Bluff, we were inundated with smoke – our throats got sore and our eyes burned, and the visibility dropped to about two miles on either side of the highway. Since I-5 south of Sacramento was the perimeter line for one of the larger fires, we chose to travel on the old 99. In my 58 years of journeying up and down the west coast, the 99 has always been under construction, which requires intense concentration to stay safe. The stress of driving this bumpy, ever-changing stretch of road, was made worse by the immense number of trucks and cars joining us in avoiding the fire. By the time we arrived in Bakersfield, we were both snappish and ready for our trip to be done.

Lone tree along the 99

At this point, it occurred to me that our road trip resembled my life with God. I pray for the long, smooth, and trouble-free roads – the ones that give me a lot of time to sit back and enjoy my relationship with God and others on the ride with me. However, the reality of my life is that I’m constantly under construction – changing and growing, based on the new seasons in my life. I tend to be hyperalert to the things that might cause us to crash or bring harm to someone else. All the while, I’m in a figurative haze, trying to grasp what God is doing around me, and am unable to speak, because I’m choked with fear or overwhelmed by the immensity of the situation.

But the grace of God is irresistible. Just when I think I cannot take any more, He gives me a reprieve – much like the last leg of our journey home through the Mojave Desert and down through Yucca, where we again had wide-open spaces, straight roads with fewer vehicles, and plenty of time to unwind, laugh and talk about our trip together.

As I contemplate our trip in retrospect, I realize how much God was in the details of each part of the journey. I’m so glad I got to experience: Mono Lake at dusk, the wide-open spaces of Western Nevada, the ranchlands of Oregon and Idaho, the Columbia River shimmering like a blue snake amongst the wheat fields of Eastern Washington, the amazing smokey sunset in Red Bluff, the hazy sky that made the lone tree in a field stand out in stark contrast to the landscape, the first glimpse of Mt San Jacinto as we dropped down through Morongo Valley, and the windmills indicating I was reentering my town. Each of these sights along the way highlights the diversity of God’s creation and how together they make a beautiful picture of my life with Him. God and I are on a trip that is ever-changing, full of immense beauty and potential hazards, but I’m always surrounded by His unconditionally love, which gives me a sense of wonder and peace in any situation.

Sunset in Red Bluff, CA

No matter where you are in your life’s journey — be it the peaceful, straight road or the busy, perilous road – take comfort in knowing that God is with you. I encourage you to look for God in the unusual details. How is He trying to communicate with you through the landscape of your life?

Praying that you can live in the wonder of God’s diversity!

Andrea Sanger 

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How Good is Your Sight?

Andrea's many eyeglasses and cases on a table.

The other day I was reading “The Exercise of Prophecy” by Graham Cooke when I came upon the following quote:

“Without a sense of objective, we sometimes fudge the words or pad the prophecy with too many human insights. We see a blurrier picture because we do not have a sharp focus on what God wants to do.” 

When I read that, it made me take a step back and review one of my previous journal entries, from when I had asked God to tell me what he was thinking (practicing the challenge from the Itching Ears blog). I felt God had said to me, “My love, you have a great day. Look for My surprises awaiting you. A good day is ahead.” Based on that I was filled with hope. I thought it was a direct answer to my fears about my day ahead. 

That day, I was going to have to brave the world so that I could get new glasses. I’d put this off for over eight months, first for cancer surgery, then for Covid-19. Well, to tell the truth, I also put it off because buying glasses is traumatic for me.

Every time I buy glasses, I relive the stress of having seven surgeries on my left eye. I had two separate retinal detachments and a cataract, which grew because of the things they did during the operations for the retina. It takes a lot of effort to talk myself into going to the optometrist to get the prescription, but even more to go to an optical shop.

Crazy right? But trying to find new frames and dealing with the exorbitant cost sends me over the edge. Unlike David, who’s able to buy all-in-one glasses, I generally end up buying seven pairs at a time. Why? I need bifocal for distance/mid-range in sunglass and regular eyeglass for driving. Then I need single-focus lenses for distance, computer, and three pairs of reading glasses (each for different places that I read.) I tried the transition glasses, but that was terrifying. I kept falling and bumping into things.

Anyway, after that excellent time with God, I set out with a spring in my step and hope that this trip to the optical store would be fun. However, about ten minutes into my appointment, I was so stressed, I became snarky with my husband and finally, stalked out of the store in a huff. Not pretty. When I got in the car, I started crying and had a major pity party. With the stupid Coronavirus shutdowns, I knew it would be another week before I could get another appointment in a different store.

After a few minutes, I got quiet, but in my mind, I was railing at God for not fulfilling His promises from earlier. What kind of God sets someone up for that kind of disappointment? Didn’t He know how tough this day would be without what I just went through?

My superstar husband, who always tries to fix my problems, even when I don’t want him too, drove off to another store and boldly walked in and told them we just wanted to look around. Everyone in the place was giving us the evil eye. But I found a sunglass frame that fit all my criteria. A win considering all the details I must take into consideration when buying new frames. The bad news was that without an appointment I couldn’t buy them, and it would be two and a half weeks before they had an opening. I wanted to cry again, but at least I found something. I made the appointment just in case I couldn’t find anything better.

We drove home without successfully getting any glasses. I went off to my office to do anything that would keep me from focusing on my disappointment over the outcome of the day.

About an hour later, my husband came in and announced that he found the frames I liked on the internet and that they were $100 cheaper than what we had looked at, and I could have them in less than a week.

The next day he told me he’d found a place that could see us in a couple of days and replace the lenses in the frames I already had and liked – at 40% off each pair after the first one. Unbelievable, both David and I would be able to get new lenses at that rate. Not only were we going to get a reasonable price, but they were bringing in an optician early so we could have the store to ourselves – VIP treatment.

Finally, I got what God was trying to teach me.  I gave myself a good scolding and apologized to God for interpreting what He said to me in a way that suited my desires. I felt Him chuckling and saying, “That’s okay. I just wanted you to fully grasp what it means ‘to pad with human insight’ what I’m saying to you.”

It’s not a lesson I will forget anytime soon, since He provided an everyday reminder in my glasses – those things that give me human sight.

Are you or have you been angry at God for His not living up to your expectations? Are you sure His plans and timing aren’t better for you? I know it’s hard to keep our wishes and desires from coloring how we perceive God. Still, I challenge you to wait and see – instead of jumping to conclusions based on what you think, not on what God is actually doing.

Praying that God gives you great insight and the wisdom to see it played out in His time!

Andrea