Waiting

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Listening When He Speaks

Last year I wrote this post a couple of days before Christmas. As I again want to jump ahead of Him and His plan while I set my patience aside, I need this reminder from His Word.



Psalm 40

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 I waited patiently for the LORD;
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.


As I wait for the celebration of Jesus’ birth, I feel my soul touching those who waited so long ago.
And wondered.
And watched for their Deliverer to be announced.

God hears my cry.
What was it like for Mary & Joseph to hear their baby’s first cry?


2 He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps.

God and Mary and Joseph delivered a babe. In a stall. Animals, straw, feed, dirt. Everywhere.
Jesus grew…his feet have always been on a Rock. And his steps already established.
Yes, God is my Rock and He has established my steps. But sometimes I slip. I even fall.
He never does touch the mire again. Except to reach down & pull me out of it.


3 He has put a new song in my mouth—
Praise to our God;
Many will see
it and fear,
And will trust in the LORD.

And when I feel His strong hand grasp my feeble, outreached fingers, I burst out with praise.
To the One who Rescues me. Over and again.
I want others to know of His faithfulness.
To me.

7 Then I said, “Behold, I come;
In the scroll of the book
it is written of me.
8 I delight to do Your will, O my God,
And Your law
is within my heart.”

Jesus came one night.
To save the world. All of the world. All of the people. All of us sinners deep in the miry clay.

I, too, come.
And sit by the manger. Waiting for a miracle.


10 I have not hidden Your righteousness within my heart;
I have declared Your faithfulness and Your salvation;
I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth
From the great assembly.

Father God, You have done so much for me. Given so much to me.
For this I am thankful.
For this I share with my family, friends, church family & strangers.


11 Do not withhold Your tender mercies from me, O LORD;
Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve me.

Dare I ask you to keep blessing me? Yes!
I am a child of Yours.
How can it be that I am in the same family as You and Jesus?
By Your grace and mercy and love.


16 Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in You;
Let such as love Your salvation say continually,
“The LORD be magnified!”

Others may watch me. To see if they can see You in my life.
I am trying to hold Your mirror up to their face.
Let them see You.


17 But I am poor and needy;
Yet the LORD thinks upon me.
You
are my help and my deliverer;
Do not delay, O my God.

As I wait for the celebration of Jesus’ birth, I feel my soul touching those who waited so long ago.
And wondered.
And watched for their Deliverer to be announced.

Only now, I already know my Savior.
My soul has already touched His tiny baby fingers…


The above scripture is from Psalm 40–assorted verses.

This morning I felt a need, a longing to seek Jesus. Yesterday my on-line devotion directed me to wait on the Lord. That is it. That is the disconnect I have felt recently. God answered some huge prayers for me and my family. Praise be to Him!

Answers in hand, I took them and myself and wandered off, alone, to forge the rest of the path. Not a good idea. I need the Plower of my Path to push aside the huge snow drifts so I can see where I am going. I cannot do this alone. I cannot do it of my own might. Nor can I do it in my own time.

I need to wait on Him.
He has Rescued me time and again.
He will do it once more.
But not for my selfish wants.
For His glory.



So, during these days before Christmas,
I kneel beside the manger.
And I wait.
Patiently.
I can be patient because I know
our two hearts are already one.



God, Here I am again.
It is a new year.
And I am in a new place.
Help me to focus.
Help me to kneel
before Your Gift.
For Your Treasure
fills me up.
All the way full.
Give me all I need
to share it.
Show it.
Live it.
Love,
me.



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3 thoughts on “Waiting”

  1. Beautiful, just beautiful. Isn't it funny how we are always in a "hurry" and can try to get a head of God. Even when we know He is in control!!! Loved this post, it spoke to my heart.Jennifer

  2. I saw your comment on Ann's post and decided I wanted to visit. I am so glad I did.I am seeking this season too. I feel a little restlessness -wanting to do "something." Perhaps that something is waiting. It is not my strength – waiting – but it is something He has been working in me for a very long time now.

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