One of my friends recently posted a picture that said, ‘some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.’
I’ve heard this all my life but I’ve either never thought about it long enough to make an application or just have never felt that I could come up with one. And I saw this quote twice last week and all the sudden went, ‘whoa.’
I prayed for weeks for Ev to flip. And I had friends fervently praying for her as well. I finally got to the place where I realized I was sounding like a broken record in my prayers and said, ok God, you know my hearts desire, help me just rest in that you know what you’re doing.
But I still wanted her to flip.
She didn’t. And maybe she would have been one of those 2% to flip in the final weeks. But she didn’t. And I don’t know why. But I do know the cord was wrapped around her neck twice which may have contributed to her position and that she wasn’t growing much. And I do know that the Dr. said after delivering her that she had plenty of room to flip. But she didn’t.
As I saw that quote and thought about my unanswered prayers, I was overwhelmed all over again with knee-shaking gratefulness for the bebe in my arms. Overwhelmed.
And then I thought about the quote more. And realized that some of the prayers I’d fervently prayed a few years ago had gone unanswered. And I thought about what God’s been doing around and in me since then.
And I was kinda blown away again by these unanswered prayers of mine and the gifts resulting.
So I guess I write this in hopes to remind myself that God knows what he’s doing. It might take a week or two or a year or four for me to realize the gifts that He’s giving in not answering my prayers. Or I may never understand. But I hope I’ll be able to trust more, rest more, fight less.
(Our favorite thing to do.)