The Wait

JESUS.

A Name which once put life in my bones, somehow became distasteful to me. How long can a heart wander from its Maker? How long can one's soul trade itself for the world? Through the haze of my stubborness and pride; of my selfish drinking, thoughtless smoking, and unhonorable pursuits- I purposely turned my back on the One who loves me. Now a little older, a little wiser- I'm in desparate need of a Savior once again. So I'm waiting. Not always patiently, not always hopeful- but I wait. Taking small steps back to God, anxious he might not forgive me, terrified he might not love me; it's painful waiting- but I do it.

Psalm 40:1

"I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened. He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn't slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God."