I’m far from living the faith that Abraham demonstrated. He was a willing and obedient servant of God.
By no means was he perfect but he believed. He was seventy-five when he first heeded God’s call to uproot his family and leave his homeland. At this moment, God promised the land to Abraham’s offspring.
He heard this promise and believed….and waited. And waited.
So he figured he should take matters into his own hands. At eighty-six, Abraham had a child with his maidservant.
At ninety-nine, Abraham hears God speak, ““I am God Almighty; walk before me, and be blameless, that I may make my covenant between me and you, and may multiply you greatly.”
By 100, Abraham’s promised son, Isaac, was born.
I have a hard time waiting. I was that kid who eagerly gave my dad a Father’s Day gift and before he could unwrap the first edge, I would yell, “It’s a tie!” Patience isn’t my strong suit. Let alone faith. I’m quick to forget what God has said. I easily get sucked into the whirlwind of doubts.