#Crazygood

God has called me to rest in Him, praying earnestly, passionately, fervently, continually. And most of the time I'm good with that. It's just that the last few days, I've less okay with that. Wanting to jump into what God is calling me to. Hearing Him say He needs me to rest some more.

I'm not good at resting.

I feel like I'm coming out of my skin.

But He asked me wait some more, and pray.

Okay.

So I have been. Studying the Word, listening to His voice, obeying Him, and trusting Him. 

I headed out into the damp, heavy, hot air this morning. I ran at the gym yesterday. The cold gym. That was good. Today, God said, "Run outside." I assumed God hadn't been outside yet today. 

But I obeyed. I walked a route that wasn't my usual. I prayed for my next door neighbor, a college aged boy playing basketball in Kansas. He lives with his single mom. His dad, years after the divorce, was murdered. He was in high school at the time. I prayed for him a lot then. Then I stopped. I hadn't seen him in over a year. Maybe longer. God put him on my heart, this morning, and I prayed for him. 

Minutes later, he walked out of his front door. I tried not to laugh.

I got to talk to him. Kansas is good, but he misses Alabama (huh?) and wants to come home. I got to tell him I'd been praying for him. And I meant it. Because I had been. 

Then, of course, I cried. (After he drove off.) Because yet again, God is allowing me to see that I am right where He wants me to be. No matter how hard it is. And He's blessing that obedience.

Glory and honor. Wisdom and power. Grace and fury. Splendor and might. Matchless beauty. Endless light. 

from "God Almighty, None Compares"