Waiting

 I hate waiting. Hate it. I say this to say that what I absolutely despise is teaching me the most. Jesus is working. I’m just seeing the fruit. I have to wonder if I’ve stopped putting conditions on Him. Waiting has been painful, but so fruitful. I never thought I’d type those words. I’ve spent years angry with God, with myself. The anger left me empty. This morning some of those old feelings crept up, but I got in the shower and put on worship music. I had a date with Jesus today. Someone mentioned I had a pure heart. I appreciate the kind compliment. Sometimes my heart isn’t so pure. I just don’t let people see it. God sees it. 

I’m a constant work in progress. I always will be. Perfection is not the aim. I’m just a sinner saved by a grace I can’t comprehend.  Some days it feels as if the world passes me by as I’m forced to rest. Then I remember, my life is good. I can’t rush God or myself. The time has to be just right for my dreams to become a reality. And only God Himself can do that. So as I rest, live life with joy and aplomb.  

Love you all

The Rue