Several weeks ago I heard Jim Cymbala talk about how when we pray things often get worse before they get better. He taught that we must continue to relentlesly pray. At the time I thought, “Nice lesson.” But I didn’t think much else about it. Boy am I glad I heard that lesson!
Lately I’ve been praying . . . I mean REALLY PRAYING. . . about a certain part of my life. I fought off doubts. I prayed more fervently when the odds seemed overwhelming. I claimed God’s promises to answer prayers of faith. I read biblical passages of victory when defeat seemed inevitable. And I was doing great. I was feeling confident in God. My faith was growing. But then the phone rang.
At 10:14 PM on Thursday night the phone rang. That began an avalanch of text messages and phone conversations that lasted for the next ninety minutes. When it was over, all I could do was cry. The very thing I had prayed fervently about was crumbling. I couldn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t see a way out. I still can’t.
But then something happened. In the midst of my raging at God for not answering my prayers the way I wanted them answered, I remembered Jim Cymbala’s lesson that sometimes, when we REALLY pray, things get worse before they get better.
I still don’t see the solution. Things are worse now than they were at 10:13 PM Thursday night.
But I’m still praying.