Not Yet Doesn’t Mean Never

I cried as I forced my rings off. I put them in my bag and thought I would be able to put them back on in a few days, but that didn’t happen. Every day as I tried them, my heart ached a little more. They were nowhere close to fitting, and with the arthritis in my finger, I wondered if they would ever slide back on my finger again. 

It hurt. 

The enemy has already taken so much from me; the thought of letting him have one more thing crushed me. Knowing that my joint is almost fused is scary. I wish that I could tell you that I was able to count my blessings, find another way to wear my rings, and be content with it all. 

But I wasn’t.

I know the power of prayer. My God understands the desires of my heart. In the depths of my heart, I desire to wear my rings. Not because they have material wealth, but because they hold spiritual wealth for me. 

Despite my circumstances, God gave me a husband to love me. A man who has never once made me feel different or damaged. He bought me a beautiful ring for my hand. And I refuse to let the enemy touch what God has blessed. 

The enemy has been trying to silence and destroy me since God created me. He wants to take my hands, my faith, and the abilities God has given me. He wants me to become so discouraged that I neglect the gifts God has given me. 

But the good news is that Jesus loves me. He prays for me. 

Luke 22:31-32 KJV

31 And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:

32 But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.

A few days ago, this verse came to my mind. The very thought that Jesus prays for me blessed me. 

Jesus has faced Satan, and He knows how to defeat him. When my cries emerge, they reach Him. He understands every attack.

Some are personal and spiritual. 

Ephesians 6:12 KJV

12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

The truth is that I can’t defeat the enemy on my own. But when I reach Jesus, the battle is won. He will either fix it for me or take away my desire. Either way, I will be victorious in Him. 

Now, when I look at my rings, my tears are gone. I keep thinking: not yet doesn’t mean it won’t happen. 

And sweet friend, whatever your “not yet” is—hold on. God has not forgotten you. Delay is not denial in the hands of a loving God.

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