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WAITING THAT WAITED
The divine braking to the speedy desires I nursed have over time truly proved remedial. When I oversped down the slippery road it was those divine denials sobered me up and took me back to my senses. Ultimately we behold the ruins that we would have otherwise succumbed to, our lives are escaped like a bird from snare and we embrace preservation that we beheld as denial.
For it is good that a young man waits patiently on the Lord In the age of microwave and electric trains, we are hardly raising a generation of patient people. Everyone seems hurried and late for something they should be in. Waiting is unwelcomed, its seems inconveniencing and wasting of time whereas the world pace leaves us running and panting. It is necessary that we slow our pace to acquaint to nobler thing In my waiting I waited The reality is that waiting there must be waiting in every sense of the name, an active waiting that reverberates with expectancy on God. I have observed it in me that I daily need to learn patience. I late for an appointment and all I start to wish is for the driver to breach traffic rules so as we can get there earlier enough. Some days past while on a short travel with a friend we would marvel at the way the driver would oversped and overlapping, we would curve smiles in agreement and applaud to this driver just because I feel I just can’t wait, therefore in my hurry I have walked out of experiences God wanted to take me through and miss the refining that comes from walking in step with Him. Calm when the clock is ticking Truth is that that sound of the ticking clock is reminder that time is waiting for no man, even more unsettling is turning the calendar to a new month which again sublime without a trace. This feeling is real and since it pleased God that we will live our few days on this terrestrial ball time marks everything we do. When the year is wasting away and all we hoped for seems so far to come we can only wait patiently on God that he resides outside time. It was Oswald sanders who said ‘God is often most active when all seems to be still, the sun has maintained its courses and the waters have not broken their boundaries, we therefore should never in impatience walk out on God and become our own providence. The ticking of the clock should not wear our hearts, but with deep yielding embolden in our hearts that it is Him who moves that hand in the clock, who has all we wait for. Nobler things With the lost art of patience, we become trivial people who have no sense of investment on anything our hearts and hands finds to do. Nobler things are brewed over time, for we cannot become today what time will make us tomorrow. I have come to be persuaded that we are in this planet for an assignment and our life swings in the hand of the divine providence. Richer heritages, refined character, unregretable wealth, deeper relationship and all the great things we wish for sure can only be a blessing if they took proper time to come to us. We all admire patient people and their quality of unhurried expectancy blows our hearts away, it is this patience that takes hold of the noblest. Seeds of destiny would unravel the tender shoot and the tender anchorage which in gentleness breaks the hard beneath and this power to go deeper increases and scale higher is a product of time so that the Oak of today is the tender shoot of yesteryears. The patience of ages makes noblest Waiting and preservation I thank God so sincerely that if he had given me the foolish request I so badly wanted I would have been a destroyed soul. Longings that were so shallow that just looked for indulgences, purposeless asking and desire for instance life. Time of waiting purifies our hearts and its intentions to make room for divine merge of our asking and God’s purposes. Frankly if God should respond in affirmation of what we are asking from Him we will be destroyed. The divine braking to the speedy desires I nursed have over time truly proved remedial. When I oversped down the slippery road it was those divine denials sobered me up and took me back to my senses. Ultimately we behold the ruins that we would have otherwise succumbed to, our lives are escaped like a bird from snare and we embrace preservation that we beheld as denial. Patience is preserves the soul from the dangerous waves of times that sweep wild on our shows day by day. It is a season that clears the fog and wipes the glasses clean, it is the time that it lights brightest the light of HIM in our hearts. Patience sanctifies the soul Love is patient The extended hand of love is patience, for patience is to wait for long to see what our instant hearts want now. To be gracious and kind. The test of love is patience. In living out the reality of newness we are invited we will often be called to live out of the conveniences of life. As we are perfected in patience, we are perfected in love thus becoming like Christ. Now love is patient! A great marker of love it is its patience, the lovelessness we see every day is a factor of impatience that rushes expectations and want today what future will give tomorrow. It heals relationships when we give time and allow people time to prove love. When we give them chances to become who they can, when we can’t write off those who we haven’t gives a moment. To deeply know that we too are products of grace and God’s patience. God’s staggering attribute is his patience and forbearance with undeserving people like us and this patience is love. We are called to walk on the promises of God, yet not on our timing but on His Timing. May God free our hearts from the cares that so easily sneak in, so as we can wait on Him. Until it becomes true to us like David ‘In my waiting I Waited’

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