Walk in the Promise

It is with a whisper that I write tonight. There’s a hesitancy to put words to something so precious and at my fingertips. It’s dreams, being fulfilled, before my eyes.

Delight yourself in the Lord;
And He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord,
Trust also in Him, and He will do it.
Psalm 37:4-5

Oh, for the ability to encourage us all to hold tight to his promises, to believe that those dreams in our hearts will come true, uncompromised, if we carry on in alignment with him. If we allow him to refine and prepare our hearts for them.

One thing I have learned this month, and I believe this applies to any dream the Lord has given us: It’s not ok to let compromise creep in. If you’re like me, it feels self-centered, picky, mean, and frankly crazy to pass up on “pretty darn good” when there is nothing remotely like the dream around. Where I wanted to believe I was helping God out by giving time and energy to one compromise after another, I was actually demonstrating a lack of faith. I didn’t trust his insanely beautiful promises to be possible, not for me anyway. I am reminded of the impossible promise made to Abram and Sarai, and the mess they made trying to reinterpret and help it come to pass. Lord, help us believe you have our best at heart, and help us trust in your timing!

Put your hope in the Lord.
    Travel steadily along his path.
He will honor you by giving you the land.
Psalm 37:34

Each day I walk with Jesus, the promise for my partner becomes more clear and (frustratingly) more uncompromising. Seemingly unattainable. I’ve struggled with impatience, being fulfilled with his sweet and perfect covering, but distracted by the dream of sharing this path with a partner. A dream he has put in my heart. And one I am finally believing he will deliver…without compromise. As I’ve walked toward his promises, his promises have been walking toward me. Jesus is at the center.

So yes, I whisper the way you might in a cave surrounded by priceless treasures, so delicate anything louder might shatter, so pure and beautiful it seems disrespectful to even share. There is no grasping and no fear, just a wide-eyed fascination as the promises unfold, and an overwhelming gratitude I can only utter in fragments.