There came a point just before I turned 40 when I gave up on my dream of finding Mr Right and raising a family. ''OK God,'' I said.
''My way hasn't worked.
I give up.
I'll follow you.
Even into loneliness."
At that point I shed bitter tears of self pity, imagining the long, empty years of solitary servitude stretching out before me. Even so, I decided he was worth it.
The crazy thing was that instead of me giving anything to him, I ended up giving God the space he needed to heal my life. I had been the one blocking him from blessing me.
When I put him first he made me whole, gave me joy and put me in a place where I didn’t need a family to be complete. And then he gave me one anyway.
Whatever you want from God, give it up and go after the real prize;
the privilege of serving him.
If you put him first and wrap your life around him you'll discover he wants better things for you than you want for yourself.
''For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.