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.
Yes, waiting is the position of the heart that is necessary, for the Spirit to recognize a worthy vessel. It’s humbling, because it feels like we are doing nothing!
Hi Pamela, I literally had about ten minutes today but had nothing to write about so I paused at the irony when I sensed the Lord tell me to stop right there! It’s not about whether I feel I have anything. Its about waiting for Him. When He comes, Life is infused and is as fresh as the morning dew. And it really didn’t matter that there was nothing extremely profound. The waiting is the profound thing!
Blessings, DArlene