The night fell soft and warm and beneath the brilliant glow of the moon we walked through the mist of the almost silent meadow. Only the eyes of the night watched as we fell in love – and soared to the peaks of the mountains. Together.
No words were spoken, for we were too awed by the beauty we saw and the tremendous feeling we had just discovered. Together.
And as the breeze tried to mask the heat of the day, it gently rustled through our hair and briefly touched our souls. We skipped through the trees and only the moonlight and the daisies and the brook were able to see. To see the love and laughter and tears and music we shared. Together.
As two people finally belonging to the life we were given, finally able to understand and give a piece of ourselves to each other. We would make it now. Together.
The black light cast eerie shadows about us and the people around us laughed and sang and talked quietly. We were a part of them; we belonged. But yet the two of us were different and separated from the rest. And at the same time drawn closer to them. Together.
The past and the future are forgotten, for we are too busy living and sharing each precious moment of the present. Together.
“I am a laughingstock to my neighbors. I am one who calls on God and expects an answer. A man of integrity, a man of righteousness, has become a laughingstock.” (Job 12:4, God’s Word Translation).
“I am one who calls on God and expects an answer.” We all call on God and we all expect an answer. The problem lies in our expectation. We already know the answer we want and that is the answer we expect to get.
When my husband began to drift away from me and towards another woman, I called on God and expected Him to step in, and He did. That problem was that my expectation went too far – I expected a specific end result – the restoration of my marriage. I can say with absolute certainty that God did everything He could to save my marriage. I saw God do some amazing things to get my husband to wake up and honor his marriage vows. I saw the struggle he went through as God was dealing with him. However, God gave each and everyone of us free will and my husband’s choice was to leave. My expectation of a restored marriage made my divorce that much harder to deal with and caused me extra pain. In fact, it was two years until I realized everything God had done on behalf of our marriage and acknowledged that He had done everything He could to save it.
We need to call on God and expect Him to answer. Our expectation has to be for Him to show up and work in ordinary and amazing ways. Our expectation has to leave the end result to Him. Our expectation has to be for Him to do what’s best, and not for Him to do what we want.