“Expect the Lord, do manfully, and let thy heart take courage, and wait thou for the Lord …” – Psalm 27:14, 1899 Douay-Rheims Bible This verse formed the basis of the sermon yesterday at church, and it was painful. Sitting in my pew, tears sprung immediately to my eyes as Pastor began to expound on this verse. For the last several months, my heart has been wrestling with this idea of “waiting.” There are dreams God has placed on my heart, dreams I long for, ache for, weep for, that I literally dream about at night with such clarity and such a sense of realness that I wake in confusion as to which is real – what I saw in my sleep or what I see now that I am awake … dreams I wish I wasn’t waiting to see come to fruition any longer. I have fasted and prayed, have waged war with the devil, have aligned my words with the Word of God … and still I wait. At least I thought ...
Pressing in, not turning back, growing in faith, not growing slack, ... daring to be restless with anything less than God's best.