There was that beautiful Sunday evening, watching as God answered a prayer for a lady to come back Home.
As my sister shared, I prayed, as I shared, my sister prayed. The lady listened. Through tears, she listened.
Neither knew the other was praying, only revealed in a moment.
And together we gave thanks, GLORY BE TO GOD.
That very same night, walking the lady to the bus station, I waved goodbye, and I skipped all the way home.
Joy overwhelmed at God saving a soul, I ran into the kitchen and worshipped God whole.
Brenton Brown “Joyful”, “Jesus Shall Reign” Enfield, “Whom shall I fear”, “You Are I Am”
Dancing, praising, dancing, praising.
Then the joy I could not contain,
I ran out into the darkness of the night sky.
Looked up. Tilted my head.
A splatter of stars. Incredibly orbiting the Moon.
I thought to that time when God showed me His Majesty. An indescribable embrace. There outside the Library. There outside the Library. That had been a year ago now.
I stared in Praise. I stared in Praise.
This is my God.
This is the Star-breather.
And I am His child.
And so I can trust.
In all things…
A deep, deep revelation of God comes to those who endure.
Endure in patience.
Endure, for the blessedness of knowing Him.
A poem by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate …
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“Wait? You say wait?” goes my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.
“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I sat in my chair, defeated and taut,
And whispered to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine …
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.
“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.
“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
“The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.
“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still … Wait.”
It finally snowed today, it finally snowed.
Even if for five minutes.
It was a simple prayer I had,
dear LORD, this is my final year, please let it snow.
I’d be content if it didn’t, I said.
and it snowed.
Thank You, Father.
Thank You, Jesus.