
Psalm 45: 1 My heart is overflowing with a good theme;
I type my composition concerning the King;
My fingers are the tongue of a ready speaker.
I am not a speaker. I write. I don’t always write well but I write. Like a photographer takes a hundred photos before publishing the one that gets the award, I write.
This is the place I sit, waiting for the Lord to show up. Waiting for the Bridegroom to come. Waiting with fingers to the keyboards is like adding oil to my lamp. I stand alone in my wait.
I never have to wait long or impatiently because He is faithful to show up.
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