WAITING

I wrote this tonight during my devotions. It kinda sums up what God has done and is doing in my life. I've been feeling a little discouraged lately about where God has my future and it helps sometimes to look back and see what God has already done. If there is anyone out there who is actually still reading this blog, I would covet your prayers as I continue to walk this path!


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WAITING

As a small child, I watched and waited and wondered what God would plan special for my life. I thought about all the awesome things that He would do, but most of all I thought about one very special dream.

Years went by and high school was coming to end, what would I do, where would God take me, and whom would he prepare for me began to go through my mind.

Of course I would study education, what else would prepare me for the one thing I wanted most – to teach my children about him.

Four years went by and college ended and God asked me to wait. No, my dear there is no one here for you. Wait some more and see what I have in store.

So off I went to teach and wait. More and more I wondered what was God up to, when would he answer my petition. Instead, he calmed the many fears I had in me and taught me to walk side by side with him.

Four more years went by and still God asked me to wait. No, my dear, I need you elsewhere right now. So instead of fulfilling my one dream, God said go to Africa and I will show you what I mean.

So off I went to teach overseas. Surely now God, this is what I desire - to teach overseas about you and to walk beside my helpmeet. But, still God said wait, I have more exciting things to show you.

Two more years went by and back to the States I moved. Surely you want me in a big city. That is where he’ll be, I just know. But no God said, my dear I want you back here. This is where you should serve. So again I waited, hoped, and trusted.

So off I went to teach in this small town. I loved on other people’s children. I taught them about Jesus and bandaged their many wounds. I wondered when would it be my turn and again my heart began to break.

Two more years went by and here I am now still waiting. Many days I think I can’t handle this – will God ask me to wait the rest of my life. I don’t think I can do this, I’m not strong enough.

But then I remember the comfort of Psalm 37. He does not forsake his own. He holds me with his right hand. I can confidently wait on the Lord and keep his way, knowing that He alone is my strength in times of trouble and times of waiting.