Dear God…
I’ve been asking and asking you to take care of something for me. I’ve begged you for an answer. I’ve even done that very “unpastoral” act of wanting to bargain with you. And I know (I know, I know) that you heard me the first time. I don’t have to keep whining.

Your answer to me was “Wait. Persevere. And Trust Me.”

I know you’re right. I know you are in control. But I don’t like that answer. I don’t want to do it. It really is like eating ‘Spiritual Brussels Sprouts.’ When I whined about it this morning, I heard you LOUD AND CLEAR…. “stick a fork in it.”

“Yes, Lord.”