The Greenhouse of Certainty.
I read about this little botanical wonder somewhere. I can’t remember where but I thought of it again today—and several times in the last few days because, I’ve been mad at God lately.
Whoo Whoo! I bet He’s scared!
Well, no, actually, I bet He’s not. But I do bet He already knew I was frustrated about some things—prayers I just wasn’t seeing answered—prayers that actually felt ignored altogether. The difference is, rather than just having Him know (because He knows all things) I decided to tell him—even journal about it. Seemed good enough for King David to do all through the Psalms, so I sometimes give it a whirl myself.
I think God is okay with that.
No, I think God is better than ok with it. He tells us to do this in His word, here and here. Wanna know the truth? The idea of coming to God with everything on our hearts—the good, bad and ugly, is found so frequently in the Bible, I could fill a page with references alone.
I love that about God.
Even when no one else does.
But something else inevitably happens when we talk—my faith is stretched to new heights. I see it grow past where it was when the wrestling match began which is really good news because Hebrews 11:6 says this,
“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.”
So I’m thankful for the times He lets me pour my heart out to Him—even if He doesn’t give me all the answers I seek so that I can rest in absolute certainty of what’s to come. That’s actually a dangerous place to be.
Faith does not grow in the greenhouse of certainty.