On Waiting With Anticipation {A Prayer}

Dear Heavenly Father, 

This isn't how you originally intended it, is it? The pain of a mother's labor, the tightening of a heart, the cancers that are firing at the human race, the beginnings of life that you delight in, yet are confiscated. This isn't at all what you intended when you created man out of a deep affection to walk with you in harmony and perfection.

But we believed the lie back in Eden, didn't we? And we still believe the subtle lies...it will not hurt you. Don't you know that you can choose for yourself, you can be your own god. Surely you will not die...and we're all heart-broken as a result. 

But, you, you were heart-broken before we ever were, weren't you? What have you done? I can only imagine how desperate that question may have sounded. For no longer were we in perfect union with you, as you had created us to be. The rift between God and man now existed.

And you are heart-broken over rape, murder, deceit, and disease. This wasn't what you intended. 

But you love us, knowing we fail time and time again. And because of that love, you made a way. Only one way would be severe enough to take on the massive sin as a result of the lies we buy into every day. Only you, the creator of mankind, could suffer the penalty for mankind. You made a way - Jesus.

And we wait and anticipate his coming, in the form of a baby this Christmas season, and on a white cloud on that glorious second coming when heaven comes down and restores Eden right here on earth. The place where we will walk in union with you, as you originally intended. 

Lord, give me strength to accept suffering when it comes, as a way to bring me to my knees and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are God. And you do not delight in my suffering, but delight in me, and will do anything to bring me home, in due time, to the place you are preparing, the garden, our walk together. Nothing is more important or so terrible as to waste this...eternity with you. Nothing.


In hopeful anticipation,
Theresa

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