Lately I’ve been thinking about Abraham. I’ve been told I need to have the faith of Abraham. A few years ago I studied the scriptures and received great revelation on how God was working in my life. He was moving in a similar manner in the way He had moved with Abraham.
For so much of this journey I counted it an honor to be chosen. I felt elated at the thought that I could capture the Father’s eye and then His heart. That thought still touches me.
But reality is it is a journey, and journeys were never created to be completed overnight. Instead they stretch out in the distance…
I am stretched out in the distance. I am stretched and stretched and stretched and my belly feels flattened and emptied out. I find myself going in circles around similar obstacles in times past and I’m shocked that the same obstacles that are in my present were also present in my past.
A woman in my fellowship was interceding for me. She was interceding and warring when I had given up. I had given in. And I was so touched to know the Father was thinking of me, even when I had turned my back on Him. When I had turned my back on myself.
Today I am trying to get back to myself. I know the other path leads to destruction and that is my primary motivator. It took 25 years for Abraham to receive the promise. And how did he make that 25 year stint? One day at a time.