I am sitting here waiting.
Waiting to write, waiting for the words to come, and waiting for things to fall into place. I ask the Lord for guidance and I’m waiting for that, too. But isn’t that what life is all about?
Waiting?
I wait on the Lord to come, wait on Him to guide me home. In the meantime, I live the life He gave to me. It’s a somewhat rocky road I travel on. Many mistakes have come and gone and many more are ahead of me. I wait for those, too, but I know with God’s guidance, I can overcome anything.
I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve been waiting for my mental block to clear, been waiting on God’s words to inspire me. I could feel God there but could not grasp what He was saying to me. So I patiently waited on His time, for Him to lead me in what to say. I think that time has finally come.
I feel happy, inspired, a bit overwhelmed, too. But I can handle it all, with God beside me, walking me through. Waiting is just a small part of life. The biggest part is yet to come.