I’m reading “The Circlemaker” by Mark Batterson. It’s stretching me. I’m not a prayer warrior. In reading it, I’ve been challenged to pray for my Jericho.
At first, I didn’t think I really knew what my Jericho was—that thing that seemed inconceivable but that I knew God had promised. After going back in forth in my head for the last few weeks, I think I know what it is now.
Here’s the problem: I’m scared to name it and claim it. What if my Jericho is not God’s Jericho? What if He tells me “No!”
So my faith is being stretched. Do I truly believe God gave me this desire? Am I willing to risk disappointment if it turns out that He does tell me “No” or “Not yet” or “THIS is what I want for you—not that.”
I don’t know yet. So I sit and pray for stronger faith.