Ten Years

Ten years always seems like forever. Perhaps that is why God keeps certain details from us, just because he knows we really can't handle anymore than what we have already. If God had told me ten years back in grade seven I would have freaked out. It would have seemed like never. But he is good and knows just what I need and when I need it. It was only a few weeks ago that this particular discussion came up.

I was in bed for the night. I was talking with God. I was also a bit frustrated as I came to the part of my prayers about Chelsey. I began telling God how long I have waited for her. How much so I want to see her come to know her saviour. How much I wanted to see her sit beside me in church on a Sunday morning, worshipping and praising God. Well God stopped me right there, and he told me clearly, Perhaps one of the hardest things to hear when praying for a friend, He said, "Ten years" That was all. What he meant was I would have to pray for at least ten years. At that moment I felt devastated, but only for a moment. I remembered that it had already been eight years of fervent prayer over her life.