Oh come let us adore Him. My heart was at peace. I breathed deeper than I had in over a week. Because all that was my responsibility in that moment was adoring One who does not falter. The qualities in Him which mandate adoration are unchanging as is His entire being, thus I do not have to worry in this beautiful, quiet moment of adoring what my role is or whether or not I am fulfilling it correctly. It is completely and entirely summed up in my gaze at the cross at the front of the sanctuary and how it all started in a manger.
" I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be courageous and let your heart be strong. Wait for the Lord .” –Psalm 27:13-14 I hadn't noticed until now that brave and strong is part of waiting. Because running and explaining and indulging and figuring out is so much a part of our world. I forgot that wait is a verb, not a space-filler, not a time-waster. In the waiting, we are learning our hope. In the waiting, we become His; we come alive. In the waiting, we build the pages upon which He will write the story. In the waiting, the story has already begun. Right now, my waiting is the story. How silly for me to think that brave and strong was only for empire-building and battle-fighting. I’ve been having strong moments and really weak ones. Because even though I’ve set up my circumstances for rest and family and connection right now, wherever I go, I can still find the dr...
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