On Sunday, Brian had us sing about waiting on God, & Sten talked about believing God for impossible things.  This is what came of that mash-up.

This. Is. Impossible.

I can still see it in my 9-year-old brain, Alice standing on the squares of a giant chessboard with the White Queen in an 80’s adaptation of “Alice Through the Looking Glass”.
They had been talking, & then:

“Alice laughed.  ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said.  ‘One can’t believe impossible things.’

‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.’”

What was the last impossible thing you thought?
What was the last impossible thing you asked God for?

When we were small, impossible things were All of The Things, but somewhere along the trail, we shed our Wildness.  We called that Maturity. It’s hard for us not to tamp down our prayers to make them manageable for God.

What?

God doesn’t need our help, & He certainly doesn’t need our management.  We are not His mother. 

AND.  We have grown terrible at waiting.  The circle spins while I wait for the video to load, & I get up to pour more coffee.  My kid brings home a calendar he made in Sunday School with a month of squares to write our prayers, & all I can think of is how many squares there are.  That’s too much waiting for what I want.

BUT:  what if we got good at waiting well for impossible things? 

We would sound like this: 
Tough times?  Yep.  Still waiting.  Got lots of time.  God’s figuring it for me.  This is so much bigger than me!  Invisible, the best way.  What a great surprise coming. It’s gonna be so good.  Wanna wait with me? 

We’d be insane.  It would feel amazing. 

We don’t have to figure everything out all the time. & when we can’t figure things out, we’re meant to hold on harder & nuzzle into God, not collapse in on ourselves.  Our believing lives are supposed to be marked by Wild Things Happening.  We serve a miraculous God who is stoked at exhibiting His impossibility in our lives.

Wouldn’t it be fun to get good at letting Him?