: waiting : serving : worshiping :

I feel like I’ve been walking for days…Somewhat out of breath and slightly sore. No particular direction or purpose, just walking in place. I feel like I need this movement, not necessarily a physical one but an intention for action.

It’s a force of habit really; I’m moving with the intention of setting a pace then He can carry me in the right direction. It’s been our relationship as long as I can remember and it humbles me.

I remember at times taking action because my patience failed me and thinking well, “He’ll find me and be pleased that I made this choice”. A choice to follow Him, of course my rational and practicality played its role but ultimately "I’ve chosen His will", I assure myself. No sooner to find that he was reminding me “Be still and know that I am God…”

Be still? It’s hard to understand. I feel almost guilty waiting or even forgotten at times and I do a lot of waiting…and listening. I’m not gifted with such audible words from Him like my husband is. I find truth and beauty in other sources and I’ve tried to cultivate that form of communication but again I am reminded as always to be still.

Some people are called to move, to run, to seek but He watches me and thru these contemplations we are brought closer. Though it’s hard to see now, I know it will become as clear and evident as if He spoke the words aloud. So now I wait…but not alone.