I’ve recently stepped into two promises.
One is diving into full-time ministry and the second, is motherhood. As I’ve adjusted to both, I’ve reflected on the process of getting to these new seasons in life. It’s been five-plus years of praying, waiting, being patient and waiting some more.
There are many things that have helped me through this time, but the one theme I can’t deny is gratitude.
It has provided a way through the middle—you know…that space where God speaks and you wait for the fulfillment to arrive? Gratitude isn’t something I want to just speak out but, I want to feel it deep in my bones. I want to live it out. I want a gratitude so deeply rooted that it stirs up authentic worship, a worship where we sing from a place of remembrance and a posture of reflection on all He’s done.
The thing is, I’ve learned sometimes we must worship our way to the promise. What I’ve noticed is my gratitude has built altars along the way—little rest stops to pause, relax and refresh on the journey.
The tricky thing about the middle is there’s more unknown than known.
I find comfort in knowing when our knowledge ends, His peace does not. It’s hard to be thankful without peace. I feel like peace and gratitude are best friends, walking side by side, holding hands. As we embrace one, the other one follows not long after.
So how do you persevere? Let Psalm 100 be our anthem through it all, especially the middle.
“On your feet now—applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence. Know this: God is God, and God, God. He made us; we didn’t make him. We’re his people, his well-tended sheep. Enter with the password: “Thank you!” Make yourselves at home, talking praise. Thank him. Worship him.” (The Message)
Before we know it, we’ll be walking in the Promise Land, looking around in awe, breathing in the glory of it all, struck in amazement of how good and faithful our God is.
He’s just that good!