Grounding, Bare Minimums, Inhaling, Exhaling, PTSD… yes to all of it. I am learning it, loving it. But living it, living the practice is hard.
All of the above were put to the test in an unexpected visit to a place I haven’t seen since Joseph was sick.
Concrete Feet. Concrete Heart.
Sitting down for some quiet this morning, I realized how much every inch of me was craving the stillness.
Want to unwrap my present with me?
From ancient times,
NO ONE HAS HEARD
NO ONE HAS LISTENED TO
NO EYE HAS SEEN ANY GOD
WHO ACTS on behalf of
who waits for
No one wants to wait; for healing, for the one, for an answer. And so, not by choice, I’ve been in places of waiting. Waiting on God is different. Look at what inviting God into the wait does. “God acts on behalf of the one who waits.”
While waiting, I was always writing.
Here’s my proof. My journals filled with scribbled angry questions, careful cursive words of thanks and uppercase WOW moments.
I have waited. I have seen. I have heard. And I still forget.
What are you waiting for? Wait with God, wait on God. He’s acting on your behalf.
From ancient times no one has heard, no one has listened to, no eye has seen any God except you who acts on behalf of the one who waits for Him. And so I wait, God, because I know. And when I forget, thank you for these friends who will remind me.