I’m back! I took a break from the blog to enjoy vacation and get ready for the Fall in my church! But now after this hiatus I’m ready to jump back in!
Earlier this month, Jamie and I went to Emerald Isle in North Carolina for a family reunion. It was a restful week with family, lots and lots of reading, and sleeping in!
One day, I was out on the beach reading and my nephew Samuel was playing in the sand right in front of me.
Now, here’s a little background on my boy Samuel. He is stinking adorable. I mean seriously, he is the cutest. He steals the show. Every time. But he can’t say a whole lot right now (which is understandable since he is 18 months old). One thing he loved to say though was “hav”. He would stick out his arms toward something that he wanted and say that. “Hav, hav, hav”. Adorable.
Back to the sand. There we are hanging out. Then a handful of seagulls flew overhead and landed not far from where the Roach clan had staked their claim on the shore. Samuel’s curiosity was immediately piqued. He got up and starting moving toward them.
Then the hilarity ensued. Samuel kept shouting “hav, hav, hav, hav” while moving as quick as his little legs could take him toward these seagulls. My older brother Jon and sister-in-law Whitney tried to get him to understand that no, he could not have a seagull.
I’ve been thinking about prayer lately. The youth group I help shepherd is going through the book of 1 Samuel this Fall. Last night we started our journey through the book, looking at the birth of Samuel. I was struck by the ferocity and rawness of Hannah’s prayers to the Lord. She was dealing with infertility. This was something that would have made her a social pariah in her culture. To be infertile was to be cursed by God, something that many assumed was the result of sin in the life of the woman who was infertile.
Think about that.
Think about the depths of that pain.
Anyway, Hannah goes all out with the Lord.
Look at what the Bible says about her prayers.
She was deeply distressed and prayed to the Lord and wept bitterly. – 1 Samuel 1:10
When’s the last time you prayed like that? When’s the last time you let it all out? When’s the last time you were totally open before God?
In the ensuing verses we see that Eli the priest actually believes that Hannah is drunk because her prayers are just that fervent, raw, emotional.
There is definitely a place for awe and wonder before God. We must treat Him with the worshipful posture that he deserves. That being said, we don’t need to sterilize our prayers. We can be real with Him regarding our emotions (just read the Psalms if you don’t believe me), understanding that He already knows our emotions.
Pray fervently and ferociously.
But what about when the prayer isn’t answered?
Here’s where the story of my nephew Samuel (not the Biblical Samuel. Confusing.) comes into play.
My nephew wanted a seagull. He wanted one bad. He actually spent many a cool minute chasing these birds around the sand.
Now here’s the reality. It would have been super duper tough, but it’s likely that my older brother, Samuel’s father, could have gotten a seagull for him.
Here’s why he didn’t. Seagulls are riddled with disease and simply just aren’t the ideal companion for an eighteen-month old. My brother Jon knew better than Samuel what was best for Samuel.
I’m not as wise as King Jesus.
Neither are you.
Let’s just be honest. Even if you have been on the earth for decades, you still pale in comparison to God when it comes to wisdom and knowledge.
I believe that sometimes God does not give us what we’re asking Him for simply because He knows it’s not what’s best for us.
My nephew Samuel wanted a seagull. His father knew that wasn’t best for him.
If you aren’t getting from God something that you want, maybe it’s because Your Father knows that that thing is not what’s best for you.
Let me go back to Hannah for a second.
There’s a powerful aspect of her prayer. She asked God for a son, and promised to return her son back to the Lord. Talk about sacrifice. Talk about dedication. Talk about faithfulness.
The birth of Samuel likely restored Hannah’s joy and vigor and life in ways that I cannot even begin to comprehend. She went from infertile to fertile, from barren woman to nursing mother. Yet in the midst of that incredible joy she chose to give back the answer to her prayer to the Lord.
This causes me to ask myself the question:
Is the focus of my prayers that which would benefit me alone or that which would benefit the Kingdom?
What is the motivation behind the prayers I pray? Are they purely about me? Or are they about extending the Kingdom of God in the place that God has me today?
Am I praying for that which would help me love God and love neighbor? Or am I just chasing seagulls?
In His Name,