This is a guest post by Linda Ricke.
Lately, I’ve been intent on trying to discern God’s path for my life. My single-minded focus has likely begun to border on obsession. Now, I admit I’m not the world’s most patient person. When I get an idea, I usually run with it and figure it out along the way. But, for once, I’m trying to take this quest slowly, deliberately, and with an end of listening to the will of God.
It’s quite possible that God has given me an answer, or several answers, to my question, but I haven’t received them. Maybe I’m like the man on his roof in a flood who claims that God abandoned him, when God sent a boat, a helicopter, and a raft to assist his rescue. Maybe God gave me an answer that I rejected because it wasn’t within my realm of expectations. Maybe I’m not ready.
So I’ve decided to change my prayer. I’ve begun to practice detachment. It’s not that I don’t care or that I’ve given up, but that I surrender my attempts to control God’s response, and I stop expecting that God’s plan will require a drastic change accompanied by immediate results.
Linda Ricke is a wife, a mother, and a grandmother who writes about everyday life from Monticello, Florida.