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In The Waiting


And what you will read below is a write-up by a friend that featured in a local newsletter. These are nice thoughts on the idea of 'waiting' and hopefully it/they will resonate with you. Happy reading...

IN THE WAITING
Vikhietuonuo Rutsa

Whether it's waiting in a line, waiting in traffic, waiting for food service, waiting to get a job or waiting for someone you've been expecting, we say waiting is the "hardest part" and this resonates deeply in my life. This time of the year made me retrospect how 2017 started for me and where I stand today. Surely in the process of waiting as my goals aligned one after the other, I had expected everything to fall into place but disappointment crept in.

However with time, my perspective of 'WAITING' changed knowing one thing is certain- before God moves suddenly, we will wait. So the question is not if we'll wait, but rather how we'll wait. And I believe how we wait will determine how long we wait. The word 'wait' means "to expect" or "to look". But it also means, "to serve". It's not look". But it also means, "to serve". It's not about what God will do for us but about who He is to us and what we do for Him in the process of Waiting. So with that perspective, I did not just pray and sit ideally and wait for the Lord to do something but I made sure to make the most of my time working, learning and experiencing things which I never imagined I could do and I wonder in awe at His favours throughout the year.

If you are in a season of waiting on God's timing or in a season of defeat wondering if God's promises for your life will ever actually happen, may this season be a reminder that "Without Jesus We cannot, Without us He will not."


May you blessed in every season.
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