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When wishes are not enough

What do wishes bring?

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Sometimes frustration, heartache and disappointment. Some moments, some dreams are not meant for wishes.

These are precious things, things treasured in our hearts. Only deep murmurs, only the passionate prayer of longing, only unending supplication will do for these. Face to the floor, the enduring yearning of the heart poured out. Words alone cannot suffice.

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We cry out for mercy. For those we love. Who suffer long in excruciating anguish. For those caught in an iron trap crafted by their own hands. For those trapped in the bog of despair who cannot find the sunlight anywhere. We cry out for mercy.

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We say now –
“Hear my cry, O God;
Give heed to my prayer.
From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.“ Psalms 61: 1& 2

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Wishes are not enough

I believe wishes are not enough, and I can trust God with secret longings of my heart. That He knows the questions I have – when the deepest cry of my heart He answers with a “no.” He knows my sorrowing, and He weeps with me. And, He will not withhold “just because.” Just like I as a parent, say no, because I can see the big picture.

Also, He will not bend a person’s will. Because He respects us and will not treat us like puppets. There are mysteries I cannot figure out. And so, I can choose each day to trust His sovereignty and His character.

He hears

And, with all my heart, I am confident that He hears every cry, every groan, every whisper, every longing of my heart.

‘I LOVE the Lord, because He has heard [and now hears] my voice and my supplications.’ Psalms 116:1 Amplified

And still I cry out for mercy.
Every day, I cry out for His mercy.

“Oh, I love the Lord
I sure do, surely do love the Lord
He heard, he heard my cry
And pitied every groan, yes he did
Every groan
Long as I live, long as I, I live
And troubles rise, troubles rise
I hasten to to to to to
I’ll hasten, I’ll hasten to his throne
I’ll hasten to his throne…”

Whitney Houston sings this in the Christmas movie “The Preacher’s Wife” and it is amazing!



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