You can see it coming. Foreseen situations accelerate in front of you, promising an inevitable crash. You can try to say something, but the words are powerless. Critical choices are being made by loved ones or even arm’s-length people, who have randomly waltzed across your path and crept into your heart. How it will end has all the precursors of an epic disaster, strewn with carnage as grisly as your imagination can create.
And you can do nothing, but watch.
A few months ago, my heart was deeply burdened over some very dramatic situations. It ached due to precious hearts breaking while intimate dramas charged off unimaginable cliffs. Tragic outcomes were imminent.
As I cried out to God, he put two things on my heart.
1.) Little Miss Fix-It (me) was to sit still. I could be a listener, but my job was to…
2.) pray a specific scripture over these cases. Since then, I have not only continued with the original subjects, but I pray it over others caught in the midst of impossible issues.
* The passage is Colossians 1:9-14. Go check it out. When praying it, insert the actual names for ‘you’. Pray it directly to God, instead of referring to him in the way it is written.
* Make it the cry of your heart. Since, it is haunting you, you will have no problem. Don’t forget to include a plea for salvation, if applicable.
* Don’t get discouraged if things aren’t abracadabra fixed in an instant. Patience and perseverance are key. Knowing we were in for a haul with no known time frame, I wrote the verses on a fluorescent 3×5 card and laminated it. Every morning, it jolts my memory when I open my Bible. Or why not stick it on the fridge, in the car, etc? Just somewhere it can’t be miss it.
* Ask God how involved he wants you. So, how in the world do you know? A natural bent is to jump in and save the day, but his desired role may be to be stay on the ol’ knees-the hardest job in the world when one’s itching jump into action. Ask him to be crystal clear and not allow you to muddle things up. For instance, one weekend we would have been right smack dab in the middle of the fireworks—sure to douse gasoline on the blazing Roman candles— but since God could handle it just fine without us, he totally removed his from the area. Whew!
Since then, time has marched on, with several circumstances seeming to get increasingly worse. Honestly, the temptation to wring hands or to simply give up has knocked loudly.
But, on one recent instance, He intervened in such an unconventional way, that we’re still trying to wrap our minds around how brilliant his workings are. Just like I’ve seen him faithfully pull off many times over.
Things aren’t abracadabra fixed, but there is hope—hope of healings and new beginnings as the train chugs safely into the station.