Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
Over the weekend, I came up with a plan to take matters into my own hands even if I had to plot and scheme where it concerns a matter I certainly had enough of. After coming up with a brilliant plan, I was brought crashing back down to earth by a loving Father. He made me see the consequences it’ll have in the long run, and He reminded me that I should continue to wait for Him despite how bleak the situation may look now.
I repented and sought forgiveness and thank Him for always being there for me even in my not so Christian-like moment.
Have you ever tried to help God? How did that go?