Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. Hab. 3:17-19 NIV
Heavenly Father, thank you for including Habakkuk’s faith-struggle in your Word. Sometimes we live with the illusion that if our lives were really pleasing to you, we wouldn’t go through difficult stuff. Why did we ever think the “abundant life” would only include an abundance of creature comforts, predictable storylines, and happy outcomes?
Father, you’ve given us more than enough reasons to love and trust you, no matter our circumstances, story, or outcome. You’ve saved us by your grace and robed us in Jesus’ righteousness, made us your children and citizens of heaven. It’s not that hard things don’t hurt. It’s not that we won’t feel sad and mad, confused and alone. But we choose to rest in your Fatherly sovereignty.
Though the doctor says the cells are malignant or benign, though our children think our faith is silly or become Serge missionaries; though our pastor fails us, a co-worker slanders us, or a friend betrays us, we will rest and rejoice in you.
Though our investments go down or skyrocket, we lose a job or win the lottery, the fish don’t bite, or we catch 35 Muskies; though it rains on our parade or Jesus returns on tomorrow, we will love, trust, and worship you. We may not be happy in the moment, but we will dance forever.
Father, you are at work for our good, in all things all the time (no exceptions). Here’s to deer-like feet and grace-filled hearts. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ exalted and trustworthy name.