“Lord, please make it easy for (…fill in the blank…) to happen. In the name of Jesus I ask and thank you.” How simple! Just give me my way! How many times have I prayed for something that is not God’s plan? My prayers turn to stumbling blocks to God’s plans.

I desperately want an easy life for the people I love. I want security for the old people and pure and holy adventure for the youth. I want power for my country. I want freedom of pain for the hurting. I want saints to go home on the wings of peaceful sleep. I want good-paying, fulfilling jobs for all men and women who are willing to work hard. I want those who won’t work to realize they are wasting God-given lives and to get off their haunches and find jobs. I want the southern border closed.

Praying my will may hinder the Lord in guiding my loved ones into his plan as I continue to enable them. Praying my will might hold back the death angel while my loved one lies in pain awaiting her homecoming. Praying my will may stop the gospel being spread into the lives of those who do not know Christ. Praying my will may not bring discipline into my life that would be healthy for me. Praying my will might result in people living “soft lives” and be totally unarmed when the devil assaults them with fiery darts.

I’m reminded that God says, “(You) do not know the thoughts of the Lord, (you) do not understand my plan” (Micah 4:12). I find myself much like Peter who rejected the idea of Jesus going willingly to his death. Matthew 16:23 “Get behind me, Satan. You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men…”

If Peter had had his way, neither he nor I could have been redeemed.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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13 Responses to NOT MY WILL

  1. floridaborne says:

    Perspective is very hard when your spirit is trapped inside a tiny cocoon of flesh. I don’t like the chaos I’m seeing — chaos that could have been stopped had we been diligent (as our founders taught us to do).

    We are the light the world has looked to for guidance, a place where people could follow their dreams. We had the tools to remain a constitutional republic (we were NEVER supposed to be a democracy), and over the past few centuries we allowed the rats to take over an elegant ship we once called the USA. Now the rats chew at the masts and gnaw on the wood, sprouting leaks everywhere while oblivious to the fact that if the ship goes down, they go down with it.

    That is the hardest thing for me to accept — that “We the people…” have become like the drug addicts that hit rock bottom. We have valued things over God and we will either do what it takes to get out from under our addiction, or we will die as slaves to it.

    Sometimes a parent (in this case, God) has to do the painful thing: Tough Love.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I hear your concern for our country. You are right. It is hard to not interfere with God’s discipline of Tough Love to our country or our family and friends. Keep telling it straight.

  2. I recently read of a prominent actor who was going through a tough time. He cried out to God — “This is difficult.”

    He heard the voice of God in his ear say: “It is meant to be difficult!”

    Tough love is real love!


    • oneta hayes says:

      Sometimes God yanks us out of the traffic instead of picking us up in his arms.. Thanks for sharing that story. I believe it because it sounds like the way speaks to me sometimes.

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  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    Good point: “Praying my will may hinder the Lord in guiding my loved ones into his plan as I continue to enable them.” May His will be done.

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