I was alone, recently divorced, and separated from my young son. Night after night, in my tiny apartment, I cried and prayed myself to sleep. Much of my prayer was entreating God to watch over my son.
One night, as I lay in bed quietly sobbing and praying, I felt the physical embrace of the Lord’s arms. Then, I heard His voice: “Your son is in my hands.” Still, I cried and prayed. Again, I felt His arms and heard His voice: “Your son is in my hands.” It happened a third time before I fell asleep.
Years later, I attended my son’s high school graduation. I had not seen him since he was small. We spoke and hugged and had our picture taken together after the ceremony. On the ride home, my niece who had accompanied me, asked, “How’d he turn out so well given his circumstances?”
I replied, “God keeps His promises.”
The Psalmist declares, “Then I will praise you with music on the harp, because you are faithful to your promises, O God. I will sing for you with a lyre, O Holy One of Israel” (Psalm 71:22, NLT).
All of God’s promises are trustworthy. Be patient. Be faithful. One day you’ll sing.
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NOTE: For the past and for the next several weeks, Tuesday’s post will be a brief two-minute devotional. Think, “Tuesday Two-Minute Devotional” or “Two-Minute Tuesdays” or something along those lines. ;-)
BTW: Happy birthday, Michael. I miss you.
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