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Lately, however, I am working through something that requires my patience. No matter how much I would like to rush through the planning, create new actions for what isn't going according to plan, and rewrite my agenda, I am being forced to wait and see. The difficulty for me in this is harder than I anticipated. At present, being caught in limbo is stifiling.
Before we started the "project," I knew I would need some kind of stability in the uncertainty that was to come. It happened to work out timing that my parents had asked us to attend their church. I will leave the bulk of the discussion of that journey for another time. Suffice it to say, I have recently found myself floundering.
With the recent return to worship and the impending process we were undertaking, I did what has always worked in the past. In addition to clinging to my family and my amazing husband, I turned back to the one source of strength that has sustained me.
I turned to God.
I haven't spent much time discussing faith, mainly because I have grown weary of trying to justify why I believe what I do. I love who I love. I trust who I trust. I have faith where I have faith. I worship in the way that brings me peace, hope, and balance.
And so, I have been praying. Praying for strength. Praying for direction.
Praying for patience.
Through the first part of this journey, I have clung to the promise that I would never go alone. While I wait for His plan to unfold, I find myself seeking His face in my moments of frustration and weakness. I strive to accept the fact that, as a control freak, I have absolutely NO control over the outcome.
I think John Waller has said it better than I ever could. Destinychurchmedia posted the below video on YouTube, aptly reminding me that it all happens in HIS time. Not mine.
And so, I wait.
I wait.
I serve.
I worship.
And I pray.
