The first time I asked my husband if I could go to church, he responded, "okay, but you're not taking my son with you." It weighed heavily on my heart, the impossibility of winning this battle. My dear friend encouraged me, "it is not your mountain to move." I didn't even really know what that meant.
Then, there was a new deal. "As long as you don't preach or try to save me..." But the transformation in me has been too great. The parables and the scripture verses spill out of my mouth unwarranted. The positive perspective and grateful heart I have is contagious. God is softening his heart, too. And he can't help but want what I have. That's the greatness of our God. He wants the best for each of us. We need not worry about "how" or "when." It will happen, because He always keeps His promises. Always. Period.
So, after a year of growing in my faith and maturity, my husband agreed our son could be dedicated to The Lord. It's funny how God and my husband both knew I wasn't ready a year ago. I needed every single message, every relationship, every encounter to bring me closer to Him. To speak to my heart. To test my conviction. To know that I know that I know, that He is The Way and The Truth and The Life.
Prayers only go unanswered when you stop praying and lose heart. You can pray and not worry. Prepare your heart and seek Him. On purpose. It will come to pass when He decides you're ready.