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.❤
When out driving with my friends way back in high school, we left our destination after dark in the winter in Michigan. One wrong turn after another and we were lost. I have this intrinsic ability God gave me for direction and the gift of calm during crisis. Kevin was driving and I was sitting behind him next to 3 friends and there were 2 passengers in the front. Everyone was panicking and yelling for poor Kevin to go this way and that, the whole spirit of confusion was strong. And I casually, calmly was whispering directions to Kevin and he was listening to me and turning as I instructed, adding fuel to the yelling of the others. When we were out of the lost part and back to the easily familiar close to home, the car settled. Everyone got as quiet as we ever got and they praised Kevin for the success asked Kevin why they didn’t listen to them. He said, “I listened to Tonya because she was the only calm voice.” And I thought of that story with the whole rapture date predictions. Jesus said no one knows the day or the hour. I mean, you can feel something coming. The whole world seems uptight and ramping up. But I read my Bible and am ready whenever Jesus comes for us who love Him passionately and the rest I dismiss and listen to the calm, still small voice of the Holy Spirit who only speaks truth. The noise is not God. God is peace. He is the truth in calm. Praise God! ❤ ❤ ❤
I am waiting for heaven. I am not sure how to wait more gracefully, but God can guide me as I pray. I am needing His grace, His peace, His joy in this ever darker world. Evil is ramping up around us. I can feel it, we all can. It is ugly and I want to go home. Heaven is the home of all who n put their trust in Jesus Christ for their salvation and love and seek God then live for Him. Thank God for the Bible or we would not know what that looks like. Dear Lord, I know you are coming soon but are delaying out of grace to save as many as possible. Please help me help your cause in any way I can, please help me and my family and friends to be ready. I love you, Jesus!
Tied at the soul. There are a few people you meet in life that fit your being like a glove. Sometimes it is a really good friend, sometimes it is a physical aspect to it, but always it is a love connection. Love comes in many flavors. It can be pure and sweet like a clear brook that sees to the rocks below and loves it adores all of it. It suits you. It is comfortable, home, peaceful together. It also can be a flooding, gushing, turbulent river where you meet and go through that turbulence together and understand each other’s struggle because you can relate to it. Either way, there is a connection of mutual understanding and experience. To know and understand someone really well through these experiences and opportunities is to love them and connect to their souls. Then there is a special beauty where we can be friends that share a connection- a hobby, music, art, carbuerator rebuild ability, similar pasts, whatever- that begins the understanding and it matures through time and experience and realizations of similarities and mutual appreciation. This blossoms to a soul connection that allows communication through feelings and conversations at levels too subtle for most to pick up on. To truly learn someone is a very beautiful thing. And these connection of souls operate at a level deeper than one can see, farther than the bounds of time and distance and never can be severed while life remains and some swear after. This perfect experience is a longing of the soul. We want connectednss, we long for intimacy of the souil with another. If the timing is bad, it is torture. If it can work out, it is bliss. Nothing is better. Except. When God is in both, there is also a spiritual connection. To be connected via spirit and soul is to have perfection here on earth that can weather any storm, cross any obstacle, overcome any hardship, help plow through the undealt forgiveness of the past, support both parties. This is where the most precious and rarest of all earthly pleasure and perfections lie. Here is where the best of us may be found better. This is oursweet spot. God in any connection fosters a stronger connection, produces a greater love, and He can fill in until such a time as both spirit and soul may be connected to another without limits or boundaries. And the sacrifice of some time in patience now will pay off in enormous dividends for eternity later. And if you have been blessed so as to have these connections to another soul and spirit, be so very thankful for it because some go much of tbeir lives searching for such a beautiful thing. Appreciate every day, every minute, breathe thankfulness.
I don’t remember asking God to teach me patience. I did that long ago and it was quite unpleasant. But I find myself nonetheless quite stuck in the middle of several waiting games of sorts. For a fast moving soul and mind, this is a very uncomfortable at times place to be. There is no action I can take to hasten any of these clocks. There is no cure, no instant fix, no way to change my circumstances, no solution I can work out except to wait. So I wait. And wait. And wait. And while I am waiting, my comfort level in the waiting decreases. I am quite uncomfortable. However, and this is vital, my waiting is purposeful and thus a very important task for me to perform to learn and grow. I accept this uncomfortable waiting in so many arenas because that is my present course of personal growth. I will continue to wait for God’s timing because He knows more than I do. When you push a rope, you get a whole lot of rope piled in a mess that isn’t useful to anyone. When you fight God’s (or anyone else’s) timing, you end up miserable in the long run. You may temporarily get what you want, but you lose the prize down the road. So, I choose to uncomfortably wait. I choose discomfort and growth in the now for the promise of better in the then. I believe this is wise. I believe it is the right course. I may fight now and again to still feel important and still matter and still be who I am in the waiting, but I will still wait. I may falter in nuances but not in substance. I may wish to feel better than I do at times in the wait but I will wait for that also. I may sometimes feel rejected, unappreciated, lost, abandoned, hurt, lonely, all these and more but I never walk alone. I am still God’s little girl. As such, waiting with Him is never without cause, without hope and without a deep level of peace way below my impatient spaces. I am beautiful and important, not because of me but because I was made by Him. I am important and worthy to be treated honorably and respectfully not because of me but because of Him. I am worth more than I am treated in the waiting because of Him. It is an understanding essential to survival through this dark wait. My mind roars on, my body pushes me relentlessly, my soul even longs for the waiting to be over but if God wills that I wait, I will to wait. My will and His Spirit will sustain me as I push through the wanting and waiting. And success will come someday. Waiting is not forever. It may seem like it but it is not. Or there would be no reason to wait. An end to the waiting is hope. I have to focus on that. I have nothing else and often no one else but God. And God is enough.