It's funny to think that we don't always get the answers we hope for in our prayers and sometimes it's especially important that just this once, just this time, they get answered...except they don't. And it's the biggest heartbreak ever. Where is the God of promises now? Why can't the God almighty who parted the red sea and raised men from the dead do me this one tiny miracle? I'm not asking for him to return the dead or even part a sea, I'm pleading for something personal that's close to my heart and now it's been broken and it seems like there's no reason I couldn't have what I wanted... except for there IS a reason and in the words of Steven Furtick himself, "God never wastes our faith. He never has, and He never will. How could we not trust him? Honestly, hasn't He already given us more than we deserve? Everything I have is a gift from Him to begin with. I didn't earn it, so why would I get in God's face, claiming to know what He should do with the blessings that don't belong to me in the first place? If he has promised, He'll deliver." And so what I can say for sure is that sometimes even though I don't understand why my prayer didn't get answered the way I wanted what is required of me is GREATER faith than that with which I prayed. My faith is not, and will not be wasted. And no promise from a God so loving is ever completely dead. Ever. So keep your faith alive, and watch your God come through time and time again :)
