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Waiting in the Hard



"And I will wait upon the LORD, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him." Isaiah 8:17

I've had this post title "Waiting in the Hard" bouncing around in my head for weeks. Getting it out of my head and on paper (or blog) is difficult for me. What do I say about waiting in the hard when we are still waiting? I have no words of wisdom or encouragement, just the truth that not only is waiting hard, sometimes it's more than hard. 

I have NEVER been good at waiting. When I want something, I want it yesterday. But, alas, in my adult years I am learning sometimes I have to wait. The Lord has been so patient with me as I lose my patience and want his answer now, even in the hard, I am weary of waiting on the answer. I have even grown so weary that I consider changing my question. Oh but as soon as I ponder the question; I am assured we are waiting on the right thing, now is just not the time for an answer. So, how is this waiting different than all the other times I've waited? 

Well, because we seem to be battling Satan on so many levels during this wait, not only has the battle grown fierce, we are experiencing physical pain and loss and at the end of the day we have more questions than answers. Why? I don't know. But what I do know, is my God is Faithful and he will work good from what seems to be chaos. I am learning to trust. I am learning he knows best. I am learning there are different kinds of waiting. I am learning to be thankful on the worst days (I carry a notebook around and write down the good things). I am learning to keep doing the next thing (even when it hurts). I am learning what peace means. I am learning how to press in to Him when I want to run. I am learning that waiting is part of the journey, sometimes waiting is the most important part. 


"I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry." Psalms 40:1


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