Today, I would like to introduce you to a dear friend and sister in Christ, Hayley Hewitt. She’s a beauty inside and out. We met in seminary and, although I haven’t spent a lot of time with her, I feel that spiritual connection to her that transcends time, because it’s eternal. She recently wrote something that resonated in me so much that I just had to share it with you. It’s an honor to sit with Hayley at the kitchen table today as she serves up this fresh bread. I know you’ll love it as much as I did.
Have you ever had a word branded onto your heart by God? A promise about what will be? A glimpse of some wild thing He’s going to do? A long-time prayer He’s going to make a reality?
Yeah. Me too.
I love this about Him. Sometimes He speaks these promises through the pages of Scripture. We’re in a passage we’ve read a thousand times, and suddenly, it’s different. The Spirit breathes on it, and that familiar passage is now alive and bursting with a specific promise for us.
Other times, we’re simply hit with an unexpected surge of clarity. Some veil is lifted, and all of the sudden, we can see how a piece of our lives is going to play out.
These Spirit-breathed promises wash over us with hope for the future. And Grace to steady ourselves in Him… because the reality of our lives looks very different from the glimpse Heaven just gave us.
That’s the thing about His promises.
Between our current reality and the promise stands a huge gap. Harder still is the fact that the gap usually seems to widen after He speaks the promise.
It already felt far-fetched…then after the promise is spoken – oftentimes – all hell breaks loose.
Heaven allowed us to glimpse a glorious door that will one day open. The addiction that will one day be obliterated. The debt that will one day be cancelled. The infirmity that will one day be healed. The relationship that will one day be restored. A tidal wave of expectation rushed over us. And now, so soon after, that door stands closed.
Closed and locked.
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