Amazing what those four words can do. Powerful. Trust me.
I’ve been trying to get in touch with my brother regarding his attendance at Mark’s confirmation. I sent him an email weeks ago, letting him know that his godson was already 14 and it was time for his confirmation.
Yesterday, I called him at work (since we are not allowed to call him at home), and he didn’t answer his cell phone or his work phone. So, I left a message. Very nice. “I really need to talk to you. Will you give me a call on my cell phone when you get a chance to talk?”
I called again this morning. Again, voice mail. “Look. I really need to talk to you. Call me.” Then, I checked my email, and he’d written me and said that he would be available for one hour today. Which, of course, had already passed. Not his fault, really. He wrote that he’d be in and out tomorrow. I wrote back to call me when he had a chance.
This has been weighing on me for such a long time. Down doesn’t even begin to describe this. The pressure to say the “right thing” is huge. I’ve been praying that God will give me the right words to say. I just haven’t had to chance to say ANYTHING!
Mark is going to write his testimony about my brother. His testimony is based on his Confirmation verse, Proverbs 3:5 “Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” His take on that verse is that he hasn’t seen my brother in a long time, and he doesn’t know why, but he knows God has a plan. Do I mention that to my brother? Or will that scare him off? Or make him realize how important he really is to Mark?
So, while driving around this morning, I prayed, “God, I can’t deal with this anymore. Can you take it from me?’ BAM! Instant peace. I swear. Or promise, whatever. I assure you this is the truth.
This doesn’t mean it’s gone from my mind. It’s still there, but the sinking feeling, the anxiety, the general feeling of ickiness is gone. Completely disappeared.
Why did I wait so long to call on God? He’s got it.