A fresh page longing to be filled
Impulsivity wants to charge ahead
Read. Pray. Meditate.
Wait for God.
Too quickly I want to fix, repair, explain, solve.
Fussing and fretting in frustration.
Wait! Patience. Be still ¡Espera!
What would you have these lines say, my Lord?
Longing for understanding
Craving significance … validation… approval
Are you trying to please God or man?
Oh my soul, wait
Wait upon the Lord
Deep calls to deep
Flood my soul with your Spirit
Steady my mind
Fix it upon You alone
STOP swimming!
STOP fighting the waves
Be still
Feel your feet in the sand
Hear the waves rhythmically rolling in
See the clouds floating above, softly
Surrender
Be still
Quiet
And you shall hear My voice.
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