Yesterday’s list included the usual.
With a couple of extras thrown in.
Like my Mom and I making a stop at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple.
We pulled into the Temple parking lot and each of us offered up a prayer from our hearts in behalf of our Brave Hero.
Okay. Maybe a little in behalf of me too.
Doubt, fear, insecurity, and worry have a way of overshadowing my joy.
I can receive a feeling of peace, that all will be well, and a prompting to enjoy the now.
And then, in what can often be only moments, I find myself doubting these feelings.
Am I being naive? Wishful thinking?
Who actually doubts their feelings of peace after working so hard to attain them?
Effortlessly, one doubt turns into another, and another.
I begin to envision a God who is hidden and silent, at least to my pleas.
Yet, I know deep within my heart that even in the midst of everything He is there. He is listening. He does care.
I have to trust that the information will come when it is needed. The conviction when the time is right. The miracle when it is most needed.
Until then, I will continue to cry out to my Father in Heaven, alone and with those I love.
On my knees by my bedside.
Continuously in my heart as I go through out my day.
And sometimes, on early Monday mornings in the middle of a beloved Temple’s parking lot.
Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him. PSALM 62:5