When All You Can Do Is Wait

Sometimes, all you can do is hold your hurt up to God and wait on Him to act. 

And sometimes, the waiting in and of itself is more painful than the initial wound.

Because everytime there is a death to yourself, your will, your control, your understanding of what you think you know...the vultures will circle, looking for a chance to devour the offering.  And that's where the rubber meets the road.  Watching the enemy circle in closer, breathing lies and spreading confusion you have two choices.

Lay down and die, or stand and wait upon the Lord.

I do not understand God or His timing.  But somewhere in my deep, there is a constant and persistent Presence that refuses to allow me to give up.  There is knowledge in my bones that this Presence is the very essence of Grace...satisfying and saturating needs I didn't know I had, even as I struggle and strain for trust.

There is peace knowing that even while I look at Him and scream in rage and fear, He is not afraid of me.  He will not run for cover and He will not give up. I am His and He knows it.

¹⁷ O God, You have taught me from my youth,
And I still declare Your wondrous deeds. ¹⁸ And even when I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to this generation,
Your power to all who are to come. ¹⁹ For Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens,
You who have done great things;
O God, who is like You? ²⁰ You who have shown me many troubles and distresses
Will revive me again,
And will bring me up again from the depths of the earth. ²¹ May You increase my greatness
And turn to comfort me.

Psalm 71:17-21 NASB

Shayne