God's Pursuit of Me,  HomeLife

wait

I have never waited well.

I am terrible at transitions.

I abhor in-between.

I want to be Here or There

but I cannot abide Nowhere.

And yet

this season

this season I wait.

I sit still

and I try not to pace

but I feel my feet shuffling.

I try not to fret

but I feel my heart pounding.

People ask me, “Are you praying?  Are you talking to God?”

And I say, “Yes.  As I breathe in and out.  As I drive and as I sit.  I mean – I talk, except I’m not certain what words I’m saying.”

“And what does He answer?” they ask.

I shake my head.

“I ….. I don’t know.”

I think maybe something about waiting.

2 Comments

  • Joyce Harris

    Dear Lacey, every time I read the scriptures I think of you, and say,I should
    send that to Lacy,
    Wait on the Lord
    Be of good courage
    and He shall strengthen your heart.
    Wait, I say on the Lord.
    Ps.27:14
    You are my rock and my fortress
    Therefore, for your name sake
    Lead me and guide me.
    Ps. 30:3
    The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,
    And His ears are open to their cry.
    Ps 34:15
    Call on me and I will answer and show you great and
    mighty things you do not know.
    Jer. 33:3
    Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
    Lean not unto your own understanding,
    In all your ways acknowledge Him and
    He will direct your path.
    Prov.3: 5-6
    Praying with out ceasing for you. much Christian love sent your way.

  • Sara

    “I waited patiently (?) for The Lord. He turned to me and heard me. He brought me out of the horrible pit and set my feet on
    The Rock.”

    waiting
    just waiting

    My heart beats
    I cook
    I speak
    I hug and
    Cry and
    Wash the sheets.

    And

    My heart beats
    I go.
    I stay.
    I pray, I think.
    I think and think and think.

    And long for
    Long oblivion
    And
    Rest.

    My heart beats.
    And I am never sure
    Of who I am.
    I’ve lost my name, my frame
    My self
    In this unending pain.

    My. heart. just. keeps. beating.

    But slowly, interminably slowly

    With prayers of blessing
    From the multitudes
    Of God’s most faithful ones,
    I live.

    And Wait In Peace.

    “Why is my soul cast down? And why disquieted within me?
    Hope in God.
    I shall yet praise Him,
    My Help and
    My God.”

    Know for sure, Dear One, that we pray as you wait.