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sometimes the music says it all

This weekend we went to Shawn's cousin's church.  It also happens to be David Platt's church, so it was quite an experience for us, since we have never attended a church that size!  Aaron Keyes lead worship, and one of the songs that we sang really hit me.  The words are as follows:

There is strength within the sorrow,
There is beauty in our tears
You meet us in our mourning,
With a love that casts out fear
You are working in our waiting,
Sanctifying us
When beyond our understanding,
You're teaching us to trust

CHORUS
Your plans are still to prosper,
You have not forgotten us
You're with us in the fire and the flood
Faithful forever,
Perfect in love
You are sovereign over us

You are wisdom unimagined,
Who could understand your ways
Reigning high above the heavens,
Reaching down in endless grace
You are the Lifter of the lowly,
Compassionate and kind
You surround and You uphold me,
Your promises are my delight

Even what the enemy means for evil
You turn it for our good,
You turn it for our good and for your glory
Even in the valley You are faithful
You are working for our good,
You are working for our good and for your glory


Our waiting...
 It seems so trivial compared to many.  I know when we went through my mom's cancer journey and watched her die that summer - the waiting was sometimes excruciating, yet at the same time it was treasured because we knew we had precious little time left with her.  
There have been many times of waiting in my life - waiting for the right job, the right person, the answer to a circumstance.  Often that waiting has ended with clear answers - but many times the time of waiting overlapped into another time, and one outshone the other.  Sometimes He doesn't choose to give us the answers we are looking for.  

It seems we are in another stage of waiting.  Waiting for the support to go to South Sudan.  Waiting for this "in between" time to be over so we can feel like there is a definite purpose to what we are doing each day.  The ironic thing is, that in the same service this song was sung, the pastor preached passionately about missions and going and being involved.  Yet in it all, I feel the father telling me to enjoy each moment.  His plans are stil to prosper, he has not forgotten us.  But maybe WE have forgotten.  We have forgotten that this big thing, this life, is made up of so many little tiny, seemingly insignificant moments.  And we need to really learn how to know him, trust him, be content in those moments.  And all the while he is working - in us and in the world around us.  

So we wait...sigh

I choose to believe.  To wait.  To live in your word and promises, which are my delight.  

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  1. Heather,

    Beautiful...waiting is sometimes the hardest thing yet we are stronger and our eyes look to Him more during the process. Well, at least I think so.

    Thank you for sharing,
    Lisa M Buske
    http://LisaMBuske.com

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