Anyone that knows me {or even follows me on snapchat} knows that I am absolutely obsessed with
my sweet puppy, Molly. Molly is my 13-year-old golden retriever who lights up my world. I promise, if you met her, you would understand my obsession. It is 100% justified. (If you need more proof, check out her instagram, @mollyboline)
Although I have no doubt that Molly loves me, the true key to her heart is food. She has an internal clock that instinctually knows when the clock hits 5 pm for dinner and undoubtedly has the cutest begging face you’ve ever seen. Molly is also passionate about her treats. One clink of the lid on her treat container and she comes running. Because of this obsession, she has developed a relationship unlike any other with Lynn, the woman who delivers the mail in our neighborhood. Their “relationship” is so special that its even been documented in the local paper. Each day, Lynn drops a treat through our mail slot with the letters, magazines, and ads for that day. It has become Molly’s favorite daily activity. She waits at the door, eyes focused on the intersection outside the window, trusting that Lynn will deliver her afternoon goodie. Molly “patiently” awaits her treat each day for hours, pacing back and forth between doors for the best view of the street. Even on Sundays, when my poor pup has yet to catch on that mail does not come, she sits intently gazing on the promise she knows Lynn will eventually deliver. And even when she doesn’t show up like she thought she would, Molly has hope and she’s there, waiting for Lynn to show up, at the same time the next day.
Watching her persistence reminds me of my walk with Jesus as of recent. To be completely honest, I’ve been waiting for Him to show up. I’ve grown impatient. I feel like I’ve been through so many struggles, learned the lessons, grown, been pushed, and molded into a different creation. I’m pursuing Him. I’m giving Him my gifts. I’m waiting instead of taking things into my own control. So sometimes I sit here and think, “okay, Lord, when? When will things change? When are you going to show up?”
Well, I’m learning to have faith like Molly, because just like Lynn shows up day by day, Jesus has a perfect track record. When I focus too much on how I want each piece of my life to look, I lose focus on the many times He has in fact showed up.
The biggest reminder of His faithfulness came this week, when I had to revisit my life from a little over a year ago. Last night, I sat on my bed recounting the many battles I overcame in the course of this year. Everything from an unprofessional counselor who tried to set me up with her son, failing a class (which is COMPLETELY uncharacteristic of me), and ultimately, overcoming the grip suicidal 
thoughts had on my mind. He showed up when I battled anxiety to a point I didn’t know how to function. I didn’t want to feel the constant fear or angst or put that pressure on my loved ones. And in a desperate time, I almost took desperate measures. But it was God’s overwhelming love and grace that rescued me from the enemy’s schemes to destroy me. He lifted me into a fulfilling life chasing after the One True King who gave His life for me. I asked my mom last night, “How did I escape from all of that?” The only answer: JESUS. He’s showed up time and time again. And now? I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt anxious over anything. (except maybe out of pure excitement) Not only is He right there during the big battles, but He is present even in the small ones. I’ve been praying for who my “family” in my sorority would be, and He answered with the BIGGEST blessings I could ask for. My “twin” Kat is undoubtedly one of the greatest gifts in my life. She has the wittiest sense of humor, a mutual love nicknames, a genuine joy for life, and a kind heart that loves all people.
Even when my circumstances don’t turn out how I planned or I still don’t see an answer to a prayer, God does not return null and void. He simply could be whispering, “not yet” or “I’ve got something better and you’re learning something”. My current disappointment does not make Him any less than faithful. He is true to ALL of His promises. He will show up.
Another thing I can learn from Molly? Waiting with expectancy. Molly runs back and forth from door to door knowing that what Lynn has for her is coming and it is good. WAY too often I doubt God. I ask ridiculous questions like, “but what if what He has isn’t what I want?” “Aren’t I ready for the blessings yet?” “Don’t I deserve something good?” These questions leave me in a circle of doubt that diminishes and discredits the power and greatness the Lord has already proven time and time again. He has what is best for me, and the more I follow him, the more my heart’s desire is in line with His.
So, here I am, doing my best to have Faith Like Molly.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness
{Lamentations 3:22-23}
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