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Can you have peace when things aren't going according to plan?

We like to hear about the healings, the miracles and the prayers that God answers. We love hearing testimonies of God doing the impossible. Because He can. And He does. I look at my life and I can spend hours talking about all of the things that God has done for me. I can testify of the doors that He opened and the miracles that He performed. He does part the seas in our life. He does deliver us from the lion's den. He does raise to life things that we thought were dead. God does all of that.

But that is not what this blog is about.





This morning while I was cleaning, I felt God ask "Can you be content (or have peace) in every season of your life?" I have felt God ask me this question many times over the last two years. In 2014 my husband was diagnosed with cancer. In 2017 he passed away. While we love to talk about prosperity and blessings, there are times in our life that we will endure pain. And during those times, God asks us if we can be content (or have peace)?

Because there are times when the diagnosis is cancer. There are times when another year passes and marriage doesn't seem closer. There are times when months pass and you are unable to conceive. There are times when darkness strikes our life and storm clouds hover. There are times when our heart breaks over the situation we are facing. There are times when the finances are in the red. There are times when doors are not opening. There are single parents who are struggling and overwhelmed. There are people who have been waiting years for the promise to be fulfilled. There are those who watch as opportunities are available to others and while you are serving God, opportunities seem closed to you.

And it is during those times that God asks if we can be content (have peace). He isn't asking us to stop praying for the miracle. He isn't asking us to stop believing that He is capable. He isn't telling us that it will never come to pass. Nor is He is asking us to deny the pain. Because it is painful watching the one you love hooked up to chemotherapy. It is painful when the doctor gives you bleak news. It is painful every month looking at a pregnancy stick and realizing that you aren't pregnant. It is painful watching your friends get married while you remain single. It is painful when your bank account doesn't go above two digits. It is painful when doors aren't opening. It is painful when you feel like you are in a wilderness, or a prison or in the lion's den. But during those times God is asking if we can be content in the season of life that we are in. When the season of our life seems dry and barren can we be content?

Can we still praise Him? Will we still worship Him? Will we still believe? We will continue living for God? Will we trust that He has our life in His hands? Will we continue to walk on the path that God has in front of us even if things aren't making sense? Can we be content? If this season extends into weeks, months and even years can we be content?

In the season of barrenness we can still experience peace, joy and happiness. In the season of pain we can still experience the loving arms of God. In the season of uncertainty we can still have confidence that God is in control and on the throne. In the season of mourning we can still have hope. When life doesn't seem to make any sense and tears fill your night, you can still be content.

You can trust that God loves you. You can trust that He hears your prayers. You can trust that while you were crying, God saw every single of one of your tears. You can trust that He knows your needs. You can trust that He has a plan for your life. You can trust that He can do the impossible. You can trust that even if things don't turn out the way you planned, God will give you everything you need to make it.

You can be content.




"Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content." Philippians 4:11

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