Wait Quietly

I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him. He alone is my rock and salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken. (Ps 62:1-2)

How I want to say this is true of me! I know my victory comes from Him but I struggle with waiting. Outwardly I am quiet, I am a quiet person, but inwardly I scream and yell and rage. I know He is my rock and salvation and fortress, but I am not strong, I tremble and shake.

Lately, when I talk to Jesus and I tell Him of my weakness and my fears He tells me to be quiet and wait. But for how long? I have been waiting a long time for victory in this peace-of-mind-349815_640struggle. Why is the end of this not in sight? Why do the attacks continue? I am not given an answer to those questions. However, He does remind me that He will give me rest, to put on His yoke and to let Him teach me and I will find rest for my soul. (Matt 11:28-29).

If you are struggling with something that seems endless listen to what Jesus says. Be encouraged. He has promised to never leave or abandon us (Jos 1:5) Sometimes it seems that we are left alone in the wilderness of our sufferings but that is a lie that satan wants us to believe. The Spirit dwells within us and will guide us to the fortress of the Lord.

This is my prayer:

Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken. Ps 62:5-6)

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

Imperfectly Perfect

I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
            Wonderful are Your works,
            And my soul knows it very well.
Ps 139:14 nas

I have this verse on my refrigerator, front and center, where I can see it every day. I know that this is true.  I am fearfully and wonderfully made. God made me, He put all the parts and pieces together, complex and simple, creating a body to express my life outwardly and to hold His Spirit within. All His creation is wonderful. I know this. But sometimes I forget.

My body doesn’t always work the way it was created to.  It’s not God’s fault. I know this but sometimes I get mad at Him and I tell Him so. Then I am reminded of all the things my body does that I give no thought to, all the processes so complex and intricate that neverthe-wonders-of-mak-815283_640 fail. Why do I complain about one part of this amazing system? Why do I take for granted all minute details that keep my body functioning and alive? Because I forget what I know. I forget to be thankful in all circumstances. (1 Thes 5:18) I forget to keep my thoughts on Him, to trust Him, for that is where peace is found. (Isa 26:3)

I thank God for this imperfect perfect body. I am thankful that when I forget how blessed I am living with this wonderful work of His He reminds me that He knew me before I was born, that He thinks about me, and is always with me. (Ps 139:16-18)

Today I pray that I don’t forget.

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

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