I Will Persist Until I Succeed

There are times we learn lessons we had no idea we were being taught. If you had asked, I would have sworn I knew nothing about perseverance. It has always seemed much too close to patience. That virtue that has been a struggle for my ENTIRE. LIFE.

Sure. There have been many times that I just kept at something because it was the right thing to do. But it never occurred to me that it was perseverance that kept me moving forward. I was just doing what needed to be done. That is, until recently.

A few Sundays ago I ran into a woman at church who, along with her sister, taught me what it means to persevere. Each time I see either of them, they ask about my son. You see, they have been praying for him for many years.

It all began one Wednesday night.

Our church has Wednesday night service once a month. My routine is to sit at the very top of the auditorium away from anyone I know. By the middle of the week, all I want is peace and time in worship with my Jesus. This particular week had been more difficult than most between my son and husband. I went to church in need of prayer.

The sisters usually sat near me and always seemed to have a direct line to the Master himself. I determined I was going to ask them to pray with me. As the service ended and everyone began to leave the auditorium, I noticed the sisters were still seated beside me. One of them turned to me and out of the clear blue (thank you Holy Spirit) asked if I had a son.

We had never spoken more than the usual greeting any of the times I had seen them before, so there was really no way for her to know I had a son. Nevertheless, the story of my son’s rebellion and my husband’s anger and frustration came pouring out. Immediately, they took my hands and stormed Heaven with petitions for restoration and deliverance, peace and wisdom.

That was years ago. Now, whenever I see either of the sisters, they ask about my son. Every time. They remind me that they are still praying and that God has a plan for his life. They know because they have been where I was and am.

While the end is nowhere in sight, I see the evidence of the hand of God in my son’s life. And really, do we ever stop praying for our children? Through the struggles of raising a black man in America, God has shown me a vision of what he has for my son. Now, it’s not an actual picture. Just these words, “I love him more than you and I have a plan for his life.”

This vision is for a future time. It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled. If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed. Habakkuk 2:3

Author and motivator, Og Mandino, wrote in his book The Greatest Salesman in the World, “I will persist until I succeed. Always I will take another step. If that is of no avail, I will take another and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult… I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.”

Now I know that I persevere in prayer for my son. And I will persist until I succeed.

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Hey there friend! Andrea McCaskey here. I believe everything happens for a reason, life is meant to be lived in relationship with others and there is beauty to be found everywhere if we look. I am a friend of God, wife of Jamal and mother of Brandon and Madison.

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