“Now then, my sons, listen to me; blessed are those who keep my ways. Listen to my instruction and be wise; do not ignore it. Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway. For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the LORD. But whoever fails to find me harms himself; all who hate me love death.” Proverbs 8:32-36
Last week I posted about my struggle with wanting to see those I love blessed with a measure of immediate healing of the grief we all feel. I wrestled that week with control issues, with wanting to step in and fix the situation for them. It was as if I was saying to God – “I can do a better job than You, You aren’t moving fast enough.” God is good – I love it (and hate it) when He points out the areas of sin in my life. With His Holy Spirit spotlight shining on this area of personal idolatry, I repented and He has brought me to a place of much greater peace about His work and the pacing of His work.
I have a new reminder that seems to pop-up in my spirit when I’m tempted to step into a situation and try to work my magic. Quite simply the Spirit is telling me to ‘stop, look, listen, and obey.’ When I see a situation that is just begging for some ‘fixing’ from me, I stop, quiet my spirit, and prayerfully look to the Lord. I fix my eyes on Jesus bringing the situation to His attention. From there I listen to the Holy Spirit. Am I being asked to step into the situation by the Holy Spirit? If so, to what degree of involvement am I being called? Am I to phone, to write, to speak to the person, or otherwise to personally intervene in some way? Or am I being told to stay still and watch what the Lord will do? Possibly I’m being told to wait? Or maybe I’m being called to do nothing at all except pray; to keep myself completely outside of the situation except to intercede. When I have a good sense of what I’m being called to, I obey. And on those times when I don’t get a good sense of what is expected of me, I wait.
This process actually feels good. What is the difference? Consider the un-weaned child always fretting and tugging at her mother seeking for that which the mother already delights to freely provide when the time is right. Now imagine the weaned child, cuddled quietly in her mother’s arms, just enjoying being loved, but with a back-of-the-mind trust that nurture will be provided timely. What a sweet experience just to rest in and wait on the Lord.
“My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. Psalms 131:1-2