Quietly Wait

Lamentations 3:24-26
The Lord is my portion, saith my soul;
therefore will I hope in him.
The Lord is good unto them that wait for him,
to the soul that seeketh him.
It is good that a man should both hope
and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.

waitingJeremiah in Lamentations reminds us
it is good to wait for the Lord;
and not only to wait but to wait quietly.

Quiet. 1. characterized by an absence or near absence of noise:
2. characterized by an absence of turbulent motion or disturbance;
peaceful, calm, or tranquil:

I am not waiting quietly

if I am murmuring or complaining about the wait.
if my mind is rushing around in circles.
if I have an aggitatied spirit.

To be able to wait quietly,
I have to sigh deeply whispering ‘Not My Will‘.

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire fo every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdon bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
Charles Wesley 1707-1788

May God bless our waiting.

In the Fullness of Time

Advent simply means arrival,
in the case of Christmas,
the arrrival of Jesus,
the greatest gift ever given to the world.
Louie Giglio


But the waiting for Jesus,
throughout the Old Testament promises were given of a Messiah.
Waiting through judges, kings, and prophets.
Waiting through 400 years of silence.

Waiting with encouragement,
songs, psalms and prophecies
makes the waiting bearable,
sometimes joyful,
but waiting in silence.
Waiting when God seems do far away,
when the ceiling seems as brass,
when even the precious words
read again and again seem dry as dust.
That is the hard waiting.
That is the real waiting.
That waiting produces,
when the waiting is over.

” Fear not: for, behold,
I bring you good tidings of great joy,
Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace,
good will toward men” Luke 2:10,14

All waiting has an ending.
Not all endings are of our choosing.
That is why we need to choose
to place our waiting in God’s hands
with a sigh of ‘Not my Will’

Our waitings will bring peace and rest.
Our endings will bring contentment and joy.

Galatians 4:4-5
But when the fulness of the time was come,
God sent forth his Son,
made of a woman,
made under the law,
To redeem them that were under the law,
that we might receive the adoption of sons.

Hark the Glad Sound

Hark the glad sound! the savior comes.
The Savior promised long;
Let ev’ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev’ry voice a song.

He comes the pris’ners to release,
In Satan’s bondage held.
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He come the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heav’ns eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.
Philip Doddridge 1702-1751

May God bless our waiting.

Finish Thy Work


Luke 22:41-43
And he was withdrawn from them about a stone’s cast,
and kneeled down,
and prayed,
Saying, Father, if thou be willing,
remove this cup from me:
nevertheless not my will,
but thine,
be done.
And there appeared an angel unto him
from heaven,
strengthening him.

There is a story of a woman who had had many sorrows;
parents, husband, children, wealth, all were gone.
In her great grief she prayed for death
but death would not come.
She would not take up any of her wonted work for Christ.

One night she had a dream,
she thought she had gone to heaven.
She saw her husband and ran to him with eager joy,
expecting a glad welcome.
but, strange to say,
no answering joy shone on his face–
only surprise and displeasure.
“How did you come here?” he asked,
“They did not say that you were to be sent for today,
I did not expect you for a long time yet.”
With a bitter cry she turned from him to seek her parents.
But instead of the tender love
for which her heart was longing
she met from them only the same amazement
and the same surprised questions.
“I’ll go to my Saviooor,” she cried,
“He will welcome me if no one else does.”
When she saw Christ,
there was infinite love in His look,
but His words throbbed with sorrow as He said;
“Child, child, who is doing your work down there?”

At last she understood;
she had no right yet to be in heaven;
her work was not finished;
she had fled away from her duty.

This is one of the dangers of sorrow;
that in our grief for those who are gone
we lose our interest in those who are living,
and slacken our zeal in the work which is allotted to us.

However great our bereavements
we may not drop our tasks
until the Master calls us away.
J. R. Miller

Finish thy work, then go in peace,
Life’s battle fought and won;
Hear from the throne the Master’s voice,
“Well done! Well done!”

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