Coffee Thoughts...Is This Thing On?

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I rarely include a question in the title, but this one is exactly how it feels to me on days I'm not sure if God is hearing me? I am the performer with a dead microphone...or am I?

Please do, grab yourself a cup of coffee and join me in a few musings about prayers that God answers and those He answers in His own way...those prayers that seem others get answered but you don't...those kinds of musings.

What to do with the strong emotions of those who have easily and freely what you so terribly want for your own? How to be genuinely happy for them and not in sorrow for you and your "loss" or whatever you want to call it.

And how to still hold on to the peace and joy that is yours as you continue, faithful and steadfast, whether or not that thing is ever going to heal or be changed...maybe it feels completely abandoned and dried up, left for dead?

I get to this same tree over and over. I find myself taking that same loop trying to find my way out of this (dense woods) grief and loss, and yes, that tree definitely looks familiar.

What then? Still faithful? Still trusting? Still continue? Am I wasting my time?

What am I learning? Why do I get this path? Why am I the vessel to carry this heavy burden? Does obedience have a reward? Is being faithful ever going to work?

Did God author this for me? Can I trust God?

*Can I let go of outcomes?

Am I learning more about who God is and about His Kingdom? Am I entering into His rest with the impossible? Can I, on my own, conjure up the peace and joy that awaits me every time I let go of my own sights and expectations?

Can I fall safe into His arms? Do I know what the throne of grace feels like? Can I come boldly to it...in surrender? Can I say I shall not want? That the Lord is my Shepherd?

Yes. I can say, yes. It is worth the effort and the pain of all uphill climbing and lostness in the woods. Because it's here I find...

Peace is my reward for obedience. 

My joy, His strength. (or the joy of the Lord is your strength)

Abundant love, His faithfulness.

Undeserving mercy and grace,

New every morning.

*Tired of Trying-Ashley Morgan Jackson (find it on Amazon) A good book and a challenge to trust God and let go of outcomes.



Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2026 at 12:18 PM

    Yes I know. Let go and let God. It’s not an easy road we are traveling to heaven. Song!

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