Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and he shall strengthen thine heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.
This is a tough verse for me. Waiting and patience are my Achilles’ heel. But I am finding in my extremely busy life that it’s easy to be too busy. Having alone time and just waiting on the Lord is so important. Otherwise I won’t have the energy to keep going. As I get older I’m realizing this more and more. Many people have told me I remind them of the “Engergizer Bunny”, but as much as I hate to admit it – at the ripe old age of 56 (just had my birthday last week) – I can’t keep up the pace I used to. Or rather, I’m noticing I get so much more tired doing the same amount of work. I could easily go on a couple hours of sleep a night as a teenager. Now if I go on four hours sleep too many nights, I get grumpy! Oops. So I need to pull back and allow God to strengthen my heart.
Another thing I’ve noticed is it’s easy to read the first phrase of a verse and skip the next. The “wait” bothers me, and I forget the “be of good courage”. In today’s world listening to the news is very discouraging to me. Yet here it’s reminding me not to give up – have the courage to keep on keeping on. One of the ways I find my ‘wait time’ and my courage is by taking a short evening bike ride around sunset. As you watch the changing colours and see the beauty, it’s a huge reminder that I need to keep looking up for my strength, not at what’s going on around me.
February 26, 2021
What a week! As a teacher on a Hutterite colony for grade 5-12, life is non-stop from 9:00-3:30. This coming Friday is the end of quarter, so report cards will be due. So that always makes one extra busy.
But I had 2 highlights in this week.
The first: I came home and stumbled over something on my step. When I picked it up and entered, I found out I was holding MY copy of my book! I felt like a mother receiving her first child. The awe and wonder of holding something I'd created and labored over for - yes, about nine months- well, that is quite the feeling.
The second: Last night the doorbell rang. I answered and a man stood there with a floral arrangement. I was sure he'd come to the wrong house, but he had the right name. Imagine my amazement when I saw that friends from the States had arranged these lovely roses to be delivered to celebrate this milestone in my life. In today's Covid restrictions, such a thoughtful, kind gesture means SO much! I never get flowers, so I'm still just smiling over it.