My dream has always been to own a cabin in the mountains, a log home with a river or stream where I could walk in the trees or sit by the water and commune with God. I prayed, watched, waited, searched, cried, begged, pleaded, and hoped that one day the … Continue reading →
We continue to wait for our house to sell. Waiting is hard. I thought our move would come swiftly. I thought the Lord would have us list, move, and we would be settled in a brief time. The longing for home, the longing to be settled continues. This will be my … Continue reading →
Waiting. Waiting for prayers to be answered, waiting for the move to take place, waiting for change to come, waiting for the prodigal to return home, waiting for healing… waiting. Hope flickers and starts to fade, hands barely hold on. Then, comes a sinister whisper, “God’s holding out on you. … Continue reading →
I’ll admit to whining as we wait for our house to sell. We’re sad about leaving our church and our church friends, but we believe the Lord prompted the move, so we’re ready to move. At any moment, we may receive a call about a showing, so we rise early … Continue reading →
While we remain in our waiting season, I thought I would have some fun. Watchful Anchored In Thanksgiving Watching Anticipating Inclined Toward Indescribable Next Gift Willing All In Trust “I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope.” ~ Psalm 130:5 … Continue reading →
Waiting is not easy. My body can be sitting still, but my brain races in a thousand different directions. I want to try and figure out each step and what that step may mean and where the next step will lead. Life becomes all about me; thinking I have to perform … Continue reading →
I’ve been in a quiet place, a place where at times I’m crazy desperate to know what’s next. I sense I’m in a waiting room, a seemingly dark waiting room. I don’t care for the dark, and some days I do not wait well. Can anyone else identify? Is it … Continue reading →
