is not an epidemic of health
but of heart.
It is the manifestation of the opinion;
the media of populism.
There is no progress,
no reprieve, no cure,
until we take responsibility for our outcast;
or in our own souls.
The trend of stocking up to avoid lack
only feeds the fear fashion.
We are all afraid of being found without,
but it is not material
it is spiritual.
This is the alone-a-virus.
DS (c) 03/16/20
I have often dropped to my knees to ask, “Why?” I have poured out my heart pleading with God to change the outcome, fix the problem, correct the other person, make the pain go away. I am a child begging my daddy to fix the boo-boo!
But sometimes I am quite comfortable with my spiritual infancy and I know my Father in Heaven does not think that’s a bad thing. We are told often in scriptures of His concern for us. He tells us to, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you,” and that, “As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.”
However, over time I have learned that it helps if I approach every heartache prayer with a different agenda. If I ask, not that God change the outcome that He already, in perfect wisdom, thoroughly understands but that He intervene in my own limited perception and inability to process, my relationship with God changes dramatically. I stop treating every situation as another example of God’s lack of concern for me personally and, instead, I see Him for the Father and loving partner that He is!
Acknowledging my Father’s ability to see a future I can never dream of, the heart of someone I will never know, the direction of both my bad choices and my good, or the perfectness of something I can’t fathom as acceptable is the first step in my infancy and in my spiritual adulthood. Only by acknowledging his divinity will I be able to stop crying out, “God, why don’t you care about what’s happening?”
Instead I can say, “Father, help me to see your hand in this and deal appropriately with it. Help me to know what to pray for!”