Turn up the heat, it’s too cool in here! Wow whee, zowee! The temperatures are starting to creep up and so is the humidity. I’m not complaining at all. We’re having a run of gorgeous days. We do what we love best, go to the beach. We can’t get enough of it. It is so much fun. I’ll always be a shellacholic. I can’t stop picking them up. It looks like another mural will be created when we revaluate what we have. Who knows?
When the weather is so great you know another storm is coming. In they come, fast they go. In life, it rains. How we handle storms affects our character. Are we able to bounce back quickly or stay still and let it beat us up? I face many storms. Right now I’m looking for full time work.
I’m currently subbing. The school year is winding down and I will soon be without a job. An opportunity has come up for me. I’m trying real hard to be patient and wait to hear back from them. It’s hard to be still and let go of the thoughts of whether I’ll get it or not. I wait. In the meantime, I keep looking for something. God provides and I know he will come through with something. I just need to trust him completely.
I thought you might like this poem….I don’t know who wrote it.
WAIT
Desperately, hopelessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”
“Wait? You say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a “yes,” a go-ahead sign,
Or even a “no” to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry;
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taunt
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting . . . for what?
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, “I could give a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want . . .But, you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;
You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save . . . (for a start),
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that “My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m doing in you!
So be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And through oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, “WAIT.”
The author’s name of “Wait…” is Author: Russell Kelfer
(1933-2000)