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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

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Monday Morning Munch No. 119 – When You Despise the Answers God Give


Saturday morning I was reading the Psalms and praying God would save so many people I love.

Praying God would redeem them. Break them down. Cleanse out all their idols. Give them new hearts. Make them new creations. Add their voices to the song that never ends. Raise them up to be holy and faithful laborers. Cause them to look and live.

“Whatever it takes, God. Whatever it takes.”

Have you prayed that before? I would venture to say most people have. We pray it at our church often because it’s obvious that, in the cost/benefit analysis of God’s grace-driven salvation, the benefits far outweigh any cost we could be asked to pay. In light of what Jesus has done, nothing we could ever do is enough to earn God’s favor and nothing He asks of us would be too much. As Elisabeth Elliot says, “He supplies the material for sacrifice.” And the sacrifice, if initiated and prompted by a holy Father, is always worth it.

But what if we pray “whatever it takes” with all our well-intentioned heart and then despise the “whatever” when it comes?


That was my train of thought on Saturday morning right after I said, “Whatever it takes, God. Whatever it takes.” This is from my journal:

Speaking of that prayer… What if everything happening in our country with the legalization of same-sex marriage, the threats of ISIS, the incompetency of our elected officials and all the other “craziness,” what if all those things are part of the answer to our prayers for loved ones, families, kids, etc., to be saved, “whatever it takes”?

Therefore, if that was the case, it would stand to reason that if we are whining about all the junk happening in our culture, we’re actually whining about the very circumstances God is using to answer our prayers and glorify Himself.

And how many times have we done that? Not just about the cultural things and whining about them, but complaining so deeply about situations designed for our good?

Which ones are those?
All of them.


Do we really believe that God is good? Are our hearts gripped by the Uncreated One’s unmarred character?

Do we really believe that He is good if He chooses to answer our “whatever it takes” prayer with a changing government?
A career re-route?
An athlete’s career-ending injury?
A breakup?

His character is always good and therefore these circumstances (ordained by God Himself) are good. Although they may not appear good or feel good, they’re still designed and allowed by a perfect Savior with flawless character for His worship and my good.

Do we really believe that He is for us and not against us? Do we really believe that He has promised to work all things for the good of His kids? Do we really believe that He only gives good gifts?


Dear Heart,

This is the cup God has given you to drink.
This is a good cup.
He only makes good drinks.

How can you be sure?

He only had one cup of wrath and Jesus drank it all.

So as we pray “whatever it takes,” for God to save people and “whatever it takes” to make me holy, I’m adding “and help me not resist whatever that may be.”

May we look at all circumstances through the lens of the Gospel, knowing that whatever comes our way—whether it’s a fiery trial, exhilarating victory, agonizing hurt, blissful joy, aching sorrow or deep loss—is filtered through fingers of love, and the Judge of all the earth will do/has done/is doing r i g h t. He can do nothing else.

Is it not reasonable to believe that that same God, the God of heaven to whom all thanks is due, will provide for us today the materials for sacrifice? “All things come of Thee, O Lord,” we sing, “and of Thine own have we given Thee.”

Sometimes the materials He provides are things of beauty, things for which we give thanks at once with all our being. The glory of the oak trees today was one of these. And sometimes they are things which break our hearts—not gifts in the sense that Almighty God decrees the evil and suffering of the world (we only know that He allowed it, we do not know why), but gifts in that He gives to us Himself—His presence, His never-failing love in the midst of our pain. We may offer up those very pains, those inexplicable catastrophes that baffle us to silence. We may even give Him our broken hearts, for the sacrifices of God, we are told, are “a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart.” All of it—the gladness and the sorrow—material for sacrifice, given “day by day without fail.” For one who has made thanksgiving the habit of his life, the morning prayer will be, ‘Lord, what will You give me today to offer back to You?’ -Elisabeth Elliot

2 comments on “Monday Morning Munch No. 119 – When You Despise the Answers God Give

  1. says:

    just read your writings… its ok, if you like this sort of thing…

    1. Hahaha, thanks dad. Love youuuu. ❤

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