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My Promise or my God?

“...for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God. (Psalm 42:11)

This became my mantra the years we waited for a house to become available in the specific city that we knew God had called us to move to.
All those with good intentions encouraged us to rethink about choosing a wider perimeter, but we knew that we were meant to live within this specific city.
Two years past and we still had not been successful in purchasing a home.
This waiting time in between receiving a word and the fulfillment of it is one of the hardest and most frustrating.
If we are not careful, we can hold onto that promise so tightly that we squeeze the life out of our present.

What happens if I heard incorrectly? What if it wasn’t really God? What if I am missing something?
The questions and the agony of the waiting suffocate the joys of the present...

In the meantime, our kids are still celebrating milestones, our present responsibilities still require completion, and our awareness of the “smaller” things we are called to still needs to be sharp so as not to miss a possible divinely ordained opportunity.
Even in the waiting, our daily obedience is vital to our present, and to the futures of those around us.
If we simply languish in the uncomfortable state of waiting, we might even delay this tremendous future we keep hoping for.

Abraham was promised an exalted legacy and future. Yet, he was required to completely surrender the very key to the fulfillment of this promise—his only son. How in the world could God bring to pass the blessing He promised if Abraham actually obeyed this request? The whole situation seemed an oxymoron.... but he did it. He trusted God so much that he was willing to let go of the one thing that he and his wife had wanted more than anything else in the world.
What if he hadn’t? What if he had told God no, I will not let go of my promise!? What would have changed? I dare say the entire history of the world would be different.

So what happens when we hold onto our future promises so tightly that we are unwilling to be obedient in the present? What if we tell God no, I will not... Do we end up delaying our promises even further? By saying no to surrendering that promise fully to Him, do we assign ourselves to another 40 years of waiting?

Our promises come when we are ready for them. If we hold onto them too tightly, we might even squeeze them right out of our grasp.

For me this means repeating “...for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God” even if that means that I am accepting the complete surrender and release of a promise I hold so dear. For in the end, which has more value—this exceptional promise or my Savior and my God?

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