This morning, way before dawn I got up and sat with these words, " I wait for the Lord, my soul waits and in his word I put my hope. My souls waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchman wait for the morning." Psalm 130:5-6.Waiting on the dawn and waiting on God are often time consuming and frustrating.
Yet, so many I know are waiting...Two dear friends are waiting on a cure for their recently diagnosed "terminal" cancer.
Unless God moves and quits waiting, the end will come far, far too soon for both of them. Another friend waits for a job--any job. Despite having a Masters degree, this friend cannot even get a job at Home Depot. He waits and it is bankrupting him in more ways than just money ways.And we are waiting .... waiting on more gifts and funding to keep moving forward. Having to make decisions like this one made yesterday--to cancel a mission team coming to us--all men taking time of their work and who will do finish carpentry work at the big, red barn ...we are cancelling because in our waiting, there's not enough funds received to buy and install the drywall. Yet, God did amazingly allow us to receive the exact amount needed to pay for the insulation to be put in next week. Yet, we will wait... Wait on the fulfillment of a dream.
In this waiting, we will pay attention. What is God up to? What does He require of me in this waiting? What should we do? What should we not be doing? All good questions in the waiting...whether it's waiting for a job, a cure, a spouse or some money.
And then a dear friend took this picture up at our Prayer Trail and sent it to me. It has more power today than before when I look at it.Then Gwen I read this hymn this morning. Pay close attention to the words--especially the last verse. Amazing. Powerful. Humbling.
"God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Deep unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill.He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sovereign will.You fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your heard."