“I will bless the Lord at all times, his praise shall continually be in my mouth.” What other choice do we have if we want to live life more abundantly? Today, survival is all about making the right choices in life. It’s not always the easiest choices, or the ones that will cause the least amount of controversy. Living in a family that doesn’t understand why we go to church “all the time” can cause conflicts.
When I was growing up, it was a given that on Friday night, my Daddy would come home and already decide that I was not going to go to Sunday school. It could be the last thing on my mind, but he knew that he wanted to make sure that I stayed home to help my mother with housework. Only she didn’t do housework on Sundays, and the only reason she stayed at home was because she was hesitant about leaving Daddy home alone, fearing that he might fall asleep and burn the house down, accidentally.
Every few hours, he reminded me that there was no need to get dressed for Sunday school, because I was needed at home. I always said, “yes, sir,” but inside, another part of my heart would break off because I needed to go. I was hungry to find peace and joy and whatever else I was missing. I was only a preteen then, and naturally, my parents knew what was best.
Then, Sunday came, and I got up and mom would tell me to get dressed and not to worry about what Daddy had said. So, I got up and dressed and there I was waiting and praying that somehow Daddy would have forgotten what he had said, so I could go. Mr. Simpson, drove the church van, and he took the time to get to know Daddy. Every chance he got he would speak to him and invite him to church. Daddy always politely said, no, but it never dissuaded him from trying. For years, he tried.
I remember walking outside on the screened in porch, and wondering if I would make it to the van alive, because daddy had found his shot gun, and he was threatening to stop the van. One time, he had the gun out and when we came back home, Daddy was passed out on the porch steps with the loaded gun laying across his chest.
I stepped over him to get into the house, and mama, carefully took the gun out of his hands, unloaded it and hid it. When he woke up, all he ever asked for was dinner. He had forgotten all about it: but for the longest time, I couldn’t forget. I relied on prayer and the bible to show me what to do. After I was old enough to leave home, mama started going back to a Pentecostal church. She prayed for Daddy, and later he did repent and get baptized.
Waiting on God is worth all of the heartache, the tears, the sleepless nights spent praying, because the Lord is working all things for our good, even when we don’t realize that he is working.
I wonder what would have happened, if I had given up hope? To this day, I still remember the past, but it wasn’t always dreadful, because with the bad, the Lord filled our home with love. Prayer and hope saturated our home to fight against the spirits that would try to take our joy. Like the song goes, “Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame: There’s a crown, and you can win it, if you go in Jesus’ Name.”
In this week’s Lattereign, we explore the importance of waiting on the Lord. The Wait and the Win