On Thursday, I was a hot mess. You can read more about it here if you'd like. I was a bit anxious going into work on Friday--not knowing how my body would handle it.
I limited my walking. I didn't drink a lot of water so that I wouldn't have to go all the way to the office to use the restroom.
"My plan" was working out alright, but I was still frustrated--especially when I'd look out my window and see my coworkers and the kids walking freely down the hall.
Ok, Lord, today is a bit better than yesterday, but HOW LONG? How long must I wait? How long must I do this?
I glanced over and saw Jesus Calling by Sarah Young sitting on my desk. I'm not going to lie, I was reluctant to pick it up....
But I did. I opened to September 21st, and this is what Jesus spoke to my heart:
And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. (1 Kings 19:12)
O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch. (Psalm 5:3)
Wait.
I'm not so great at waiting. Obviously.
I'm not so great at waiting. Obviously.
Dear Lord,
Amen
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