When waits the soul with bated breath
The love divine, primordial pull,
The captive plays a wondrous game
“Loves me, loves me not” it goes.
When waits the soul of tender heart
For love’s culmination on the cusp
But never seeming to arrive
The heart and soul scream “It must!”
The soul waits hard and with heaviness
And each day grows more impatient
When waits the soul for lover’s voice
Or eyes or touch or gentleness.❤
Waiting used to be excruciating for me. I really had an enormous problem with patience. It took many hard and difficult (seemingly impossible at the time) lessons to learn it. Now, I have finally learned the lesson that God wanted me to learn long ago to wait on Him in His peace. And it all started with really grasping that the awesome God of the universe loves me and is truly always here with me. Why am I in a hurry? I am with God everywhere I am. I can rest in His love anywhere and wherever I am, no matter what I am doing. And so I have grown up a lot and am definitely calm and at peace in the wait. I wait with the Lord and for Him. What more could I want?❤
Waiting requires grace to do it well. Patience is a silly thing to consider because it can not change the waiting in any way except to describe how gracefully you are waiting. I wait for my Savior’s return, which can happen anytime, and used to do so with less grace, but I realize I must use grace to gently continue my role here until His return so He will be pleased with me. I simply must. So grace is my new goal and friend. I welcome her.❤
My Grandma Batterson was a quiet and thoughtful woman, very clean, classy and practical. I would have some perceived emergency and tell her and she would much too calmly tell me to “wait and see”. Frustrating at the roller coaster moment, I see her beautiful wisdom now. Because, you see, most of the time the matter would resolve itself and alway with prayer it would be resolved at least on my end. Sometimes we have to do something, our moral obligation, the right thing, do something. But that is our requirement. When you get busy serving elsewhere or doing chores or work or even take a nice walk or bubble bath and pray, all will be well. And those very few instances we screw up and God forgives us but the person doesn’t because of their own sin of unforgiveness, we are not responsible for that anymore and still have peace and joy. So there is an art to 1. humble prayer, 2. Do your moral part and 3. Get busy doing something else. And my wise Grandma’s advice can then help you too. And on her heavenly behalf, you’re welcome. 😄❤
Here I am waiting for heaven while we watch ugly narcissists around us. Just waiting… lol❤
When the day is hard and long
Escape with your mind
To a world that can’t be found
Unless your spirit finds it.
And think with me a place
Full of beauty, color rich
Where evil no longer resides
And no pain, no tears, no wretch.
And I can envision this
For it comes from pages bright
The text of ancient past
That is my sword and light.
And I know this full well
My Savior waits for me
Loved me enough to die
And rose to set us free.
And I can endure so much
With patient joy and peace
For soon awaits our world,
Our perfect jubilee.
So, I am learning a lot about life and me from this pantry installation. It was years in the planning and preparation and saving up phase. Now that it is here, I am tending to rush it. Why? My impatience, my worst flaw, is in full force. I am putting the paint on too thick, trying to get it all done in one coat and realizing now I have to do another coat anyway and now have to paint the border of the inside of the door in my sloppy drippy haste. It does not pay to rush a masterpiece. You take one step, one thin, careful coat at a time in painting and in life practice the same measures. One baby step at a time. Purposeful. Meticulous. Rushing produces more work and time and a mess really. I am getting this messon finally. I guess better late than never. Lol Now back to painting. Lol 🙂