Trust: Where to put it

One of those things happened today, where someone called and threatened me, in that veiled kind of way.  I’m usually ok with this stuff, thanks to my faith, but it scared the boogers out of me.  I mean, I know you can look me up and find me lickety-split on Google, but it’s kind of personal to throw that in my face.

There I was, shaking and shivering, over a situation that I honestly believe is in error, and called my husband.  He told me not to worry about it but I was keyed up.  What could I do?

I got in a corner and just started praying.  Sometimes you know that no matter what you do, there are things 100% out of your control, and this was one of them.  I say “got in a corner” because I was using the wall to support me, but in another  sense, I know that God is always in my corner.  Things are going phenomenally well right now, and I know not to get attached to that because there are always good seasons and bad.  As a woman of faith, I shouldn’t be this scared, because if God is for us, who can be against us? I repeated that over and over in my head, asking God not only to handle the situation but to help me to trust the man managing it – my husband.  I breathed deep and found a quiet place, only to have the phone ring.  More harrassment? I was calm anyway.

No, it was my husband called and told me he had handled the situation.  I was surprised he even made the call!  The other party was misinformed about a few things.

I was happily surprised by God.  I’ve gotten used to prayer requests being answered over days, weeks, months…and a few in several year holding patterns.  I’m not talking about God as a giver of stuff, I’m talking about prayers for restorative things, for impossible situations that require a way out I can neither see nor control and a sense of calm to wait for it.

And there it was, an answer, and a feeling of peace within a few minutes.

That’s the God I believe in.