There are a few truths we can universally accept no matter where we are born, what language we speak or what principles guide our lives. We know we are born, we will die and the time in between is called life. Of course there are tons more to add to that list but I'm not trying to be exhaustive, just practical.
The thing we call life is a mix of joy, victory, pain and loss. Sometimes we are in seasons of great struggle and it's hard to persevere. Other times we are in seasons of rest and we are rejuvenated. Still other times are seasons of abundance or lack or war or peace. There is a time for everything under the sun. That also means there is a time for god to move and a time for us to wait. I hate waiting. It sucks monkey balls. But it's necessary. There are lessons in learning just as there are lessons in seeing god move. I guess the important thing is to remember that good is moving while we wait. But he moves precisely when he chooses. And he reveals to us his plan precisely when he chooses.
That is a hard pill to swallow when your season of waiting has dragged on and on. Let's face it, we like the story of abram and sarai but no one wants to be them! No one wants to relate to them first hand. So how do you keep holding on when you are waiting for the precise time god chooses to move? I'm going to continue to praise and press in for my sister but I'm demanding the help from on high to replenish all that is expended during the wait. Waiting is quite exhausting and her strength through it all has ministered to me. I'm believing manifestation is near. And I call down her help until it happens.
