We’re all waiting. Every person hopes and prays for something. God promises us in his holy Word, that in this world we will have trouble, but he will be with us. So we wait with hands held open. Waiting for a child to turn back around. Waiting for the remission date. Waiting for our loved one to make progress and thrive.
Healing prayers are lifted up in golden bowls before the throne of God. Anointing oil seeps into the pores. Music fills our ears. The two-edged sword is held up battle ready. Tears fall in our war rooms soaking the prayer shawls and floors. Face-down like Moses was in the wilderness.
Friends and family come to squeeze a hand, hold us in a hug, convince us to eat, pray with and over us. Days turn into weeks, turn into months, and sometimes years. We’re longing for a breakthrough. Waiting for a sign. Faith is strong, but unbelief tries to sneak in. We long for your presence Lord. Sometimes this life is so hard it makes us eager for the next life up there, with you. You parted the sea, you raised the dead, you made the deaf hear. We know you can, we pray you will move in our dark night of trial. This waiting room of life can be lonely and frightening.
We know your everlasting arms uphold, and your heavenly wings cover us. Praise you Lord, for who you are—the God of restoration, the one who brings salvation for our souls. We will boast of your wonderful works, giving you all the honor and glory.
We look up, the sun is shining through the gray clouds, offering hope to face another day. Great is your faithfulness oh Lord.
Tablet of your Heart 
Loved “The waiting”. Good for us all to hear again.
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Hi Joan, so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by!!
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A wonderful lift of praise in the waiting, remember life in full right at this moment. 🙂 Your FMF Neighbor #42, Sarah
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Thanks for stopping by! So true- enjoy life!
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They tell me it is far too late,
they tell me I should let life go.
They say I should accept my fate,
but dude, I do not think so.
They tell me that the road must end,
that all now wait for me to die,
that I might consider death a friend
if I look through holy eyes.
They tell me that enough’s enough,
“Go gentle into that good night,”
but I am made of other stuff,
and have just begun this fight.
Like Ulysses, I won’t yield,
and will leave it all out on the field.
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❤️❤️❤️
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Love you back Janie!❤️
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Thank you Myrna: Sorry to be so late, but since Nov. 22 I have been trying to get over the loss of Husband Number 3. We had 5 wonderful years together and then God took him home. Thank God for His plans for each of us. Thank you for this writing. Such encouragement, for this time.
AND (please do not stop writing) Yes, I too remember little things my father said and did almost every day. Their lives are built into ours. And then we have mothers!!
Much love,
Aunt Lois
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Dear Aunt Lois, so good to hear from you. May you have special comfort during this difficult time. Love you!
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Thank you for that today, Myrna!
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Good to hear from you!
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Loved it! Your pictures are so amazing! 😊
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Hi Karen! Thanks!
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