Waiting
Waiting is hard. I am not happy about waiting for God’s doors to open. Daily I want to “help” him out.
Why is it I think I know more than he, the creator of the universe?
“Until God Opens the Next Door, Praise Him in the Hallway”
I somehow think I know more. This is not true.
I do not know more than God- ever. I wrestle with this daily. But in the end I am am grateful he is in charge and knows much more than I.
I wait.
Sigh.
I pray today I will not get in the way and possibly miss the door he is opening for me as I complain about the color of the paint on the walls in my hallway. God- I come to you, crazy blessed to know afresh today… you love me, you bring new mercies into my life everyday.
Our past does not dictate our future and you love us more than we can imagine. Thank you Abba Father! Amen .
I pray you will know today- how special and loved you are.. even in your waiting.
- What hallway do you find yourself in today?
- What keeps you praising and not complaining?
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Blessings sweet reader friends- Nancy
I wait with my arms crossed often. This has been the “winter of my discontent” I tell my customers in a tongue and cheek tone of voice. But seriously, winter this year has metaphorically shouted day in and day out…”this will go on and on and on.” I haven’t been a good waiter. I’ve been working and waiting for redemption and renewal. My prayers have been simpleton…”help. grace. forgive. Even an immature ‘why?’ thrown in occasionally.” I’m in a long hallway for sure, but I see doors.
Jerry- I am with you on being not such a great waiter… I am impatient, as too many questions and wonder about the whys far to much.
But I try, to enjoy the here and now and not only the what and when!
Blessings my friend 🙂
Nancy