Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you say, Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God”? Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Isa. 40:27-29
Gracious Father, I remember my parents’ aggravated “get-over-it” body language whenever I would getting into a whining mood, as a child. Once I became a parent too, I fully understood! Nobody likes to be on the other end of a whine.
Today I find great delight in knowing that, as your child, you’ll never be disgusted with me. You’ll never roll your eyes when you look at me, get irritated or shame me, walk out of the room when you’ve had enough. The only look you give me reminds me of your welcoming heart—so great is your love.
Your body language constantly shouts the mercy of your heart and the riches of your grace. Of course, you find no pleasure in my whining, but you find great delight in your Son; and because you’ve hidden my life in Jesus, you find great pleasure in me.
Though it presently feels as though heaven isn’t paying attention to some very important things in my heart and story, I hear you say to me in the gospel, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and you will find rest, because I will give you rest.”
Lord Jesus, you took the ultimate abandonment of the cross that I might be assured we’ll never be disregarded or abandoned. Though I’m tired and weary, you’re not. Though you may not answer me the way I want you to answer, you promise to give me all the power and strength I need for my present weakness.
Though you may very well be writing a story I wouldn’t, I won’t dare try to wrist the pen from your hand. You do all things well, even when you don’t do all things easy. Turn my whining into worship this day, O gracious and ever-present Lord. So very Amen I pray, in your loving and strong name.