Waiting rooms can be horrible places. When you are sitting in a waiting room, with very little information, and you are holding your breath in expectation of answers, that wait can feel eternal. Tonight, as I am forced to wait, I have dug back into The Word, reminding myself of all of the lessons I have learned.
History repeating itself…this time with a twist and a slightly new cast. But I know that I can’t be the only one struggling with the wait and the fear and the helplessness tonight. I know that I don’t want cliches, I want answers. I want assurance. I want to stop holding my breath. And I know where to find those answers but that doesn’t mean its easy to let go of the worry and choose peace. So in as much a reminder to myself this evening here is my encouragement.
“Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.” (Psalm 27:14)
“My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.” (Psalm 62:5-6)
“Trust in The Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take.” (Prov 3:5-6)
It’s easy to read the words but harder to believe them as personal truth when you don’t feel patient, when the ground under you is shifting, when satan’s hot breath is whispering fear into your mind and you just don’t understand!
BUT GOD! He is bigger than any of that. I just need to be still in Him and allow Him to calm my heart and fears.
My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever. (Psalms 73:26 NLT)
Sometimes it just takes awhile for my heart to catch up with my head. In the meantime I will remember to breathe and let go of what I can’t control. Instead, in the darkness of night I will cling to the promises of what I know to be true in the light.
There you go changing my plans again
There you go shifting my sands again
For reasons I don’t understand again
Lately I don’t have a clue
Just when I start liking what I see
There you go changing my scenery
I never know where you’re taking me
But I’m trying just to follow you
It’s out of my hands
It’s out of my reach
It’s over my head
And it’s out of my league
There’s too many things
That I don’t understand
So it’s into your will
And it’s out of my hands
-Out Of My Hands, Matthew West