Wait With Me

I once heard a sermon about Isaiah 40:31 (or maybe it was in a Bible study), where it was explained that the word "wait" was not about sitting still until something happens, but rather about waiting as a time of service.

That thought has sat with me for all the years since I heard it.

Waiting as service.

Waiting as being ready.

Waiting as movement, verb, action, doing something.

I feel that reminder strongly in my heart this morning.

I wait upon the Lord.
I cry out to Him to change, move, guide, and touch my life.
I sit still. I get up. I sit back down.
Ever struggling with the balance between waiting and waiting.

Waiting is action.

Waiting is being ready for the day when things will change - not sitting in the dark, mourning that that day has not yet come.

Waiting is not being afraid of the storm that rages all around, because the storm is not for me.

Waiting is stillness in the midst of the noise of the world.

Waiting is where I find my strength, build it up, and get ready to soar.

Waiting is moving forward.

Waiting is flying free.

Waiting is trusting God.

Waiting is not done alone. I am not alone. You are not alone. Waiting is about me, and God, and you - working together and praying together.

I don't want to sit on my butt, and wait around for something to happen. I want to be active, serving, working, growing, moving forward, so I will be ready when something happens; I will be ready to fly.

Are you in a place of waiting? How can I pray with you today?

*This morning at She Reads Truth, I read about Elizabeth, who waited for the impossible. I was reminded that my timing is not HIS timing.

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