“I waited patiently for the Lord, and He inclined to me, and heard my cry. He brought me out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay; and he set my foot upon a rock making my footsteps firm. And he put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; many will see and fear, and will trust in the Lord.”
I feel like this is a promise of how things will turn out eventually for me. Eventually.
Right now, I’m in the miry clay, the slimy pit, crying out to the Lord…. But I HAVE to believe that he hears me and will soon pull me out and set me on firm ground. I will have a new song of praise to God.
I just need to wait patiently.
I’m going to be honest right now: I HATE that word… “wait.” Wait! Wait! Wait!
It feels like the story of my life is a story about waiting. What it really has been, though, is a story about God waiting for me… waiting on me to “get it.” To understand how much more important He is than anything else I desire. Nothing else matters.
*sigh*
Lord, please align what I know is true in my mind with how my heart feels. I want them to be in one accord, seeking you and your will first. I’m tired of waiting, but I’m even more tired of this inner battle between trust and fear. Help me. I’m crying out for you to help me right now!
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I know exactly how you feel.
I just finish praying to God and asking Him if it was His will for me to have this certain thing I want.
Since there's no point in me having it unless He wants it for me.
I'm also, playing the waiting game.
:(
Hopefully the answers come quickly.
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