Impossible!

Two weeks ago, Wesley and I were at the hospital about to pass Foster over to get tubes in his ears. It's not a major surgery by any means, but one that still requires a nurse to take your crying child away from you, and through the door to the unknown. After taking Foster, we walked into the small waiting room. The moment we walked into the room, my eyes immediately locked onto a quote that was written right above the TV. I looked away and started trying to find a place for Wesley and I to sit. It was a small room with the smell of coffee floating on the air. The walls were painted a pretty blue color. Unlike most waiting rooms, the only thing on the television was the Weather Channel, there were no news stations on this morning. I didn't bring a book to read, so I started to look around at what magazines were available. After finding a Ladies Home Journal, I sat down to flip through the pages but my eyes kept getting distracted by the quote above the television screen.

I'd flip through the magazine, glance at the quote, flip a little more, look at it again. I found a few recipes and decided to write down one of them for Chicken Marsala. It is Wesley and I's favorite dish at Carrabba's (our place to eat for special occasions) and I've always wanted to try to cook it. I scrounged around in my purse for something to write on. I found the paperwork we had to bring to check in to the hospital and wrote out a pretty detailed recipe. Then I looked back at that quote. I flipped the paper over and decided to write it down. I knew that if I didn't write it down, I'd get it wrong when I tried to remember it later!

"Prayers that aren't prayed, will never be answered. "- Joyce Meyer

The last two days I have unsuccessfully sat down to write, and this is the quote that keeps coming to my mind. I can only guess that God wants me to share it with someone out in Blog World. How many things do I worry about? How many decisions do I try and make on my own? How many prayers go unsaid because I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to do it all on my own? How many times have I missed out on seeing His glory and feeling His love by watching my prayers get answered? How many limits have I placed on a limitless God?

This morning, my devotion was about the faith that must back our prayers. God doesn't need a bunch of empty words, He needs heavy hearts that are committed to Him and to His answers-no matter what they may be. Am I convinced that God can do anything? Am I seeking His purposes in everything? Do I wish for His will to be done through my life more than I wish for Him to rid me of any handicap I may have? Those are tough questions for me to answer. I can look at a few situations in my life and feel a small sense of hopelessness; relationships that are strained, illnesses that are ravaging ones body, a checkbook that is at zero, a heart that lacks patience and understanding with my children, a friend who has lost a baby after much trying, another who is struggling through cancer treatments for the second time. I can look at these situations and just be sad, not seeing a light at the end of any tunnel, not looking for hope, but instead embracing things that they will always be this way. So often I feel more like the man in Mark who told Jesus, "If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us...help me overcome my unbelief!" (Mark 9:21-25)

This morning, I am encouraged and motivated to be like the man in Luke who, "saw Jesus, fell face down and begged Him: "Lord if you are willing, You can make me clean". (Luke 5:12).
He can do anything He wills, if only we would trust Him with all the impossible things in our lives-imagine what He'd do!