“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore” (Hebrews 11:8-12).
God of Abraham,
You called Abraham to a place, but you didn’t tell him where it was.
You asked him to make a leap of faith, to trust that you were faithful and had a plan.
You made crazy promises (descendants to an infertile couple?) to Abraham,
and you kept your promises.
Promise-keeping God,
I’m really holding on to the fact that you are faithful, because things look pretty confusing right now.
I’m trusting that you have called me to a place, but haven’t told me where it is yet.
I’m packing my boxes, trying to figure out what I’ll need if the waiting lasts 2 months, and what I’ll need if its 4 more months, or 6 months,
trusting that you have a plan for all of this.
Faithful God,
Give me the faith of Abraham, the faith to trust you to guide me to a place,
Give me the trust of Abraham to make my home in a temporary place,
Give me the patience to wait to see how you’ll work,
because I “consider him faithful who had made the promise.”
Amen.
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