There very idea that God is waiting to show grace to me, compassion, mercy (chesed) springs forth such awe into my soul. I almost always see myself as the waiting one. Learning patience, practicing my trust muscle to wait for Adonai (the Lord) to show up in some answer or circumstance. Today, I will linger longer on the fact that He is waiting for me. There is somewhere within that He longs to pour out His grace, compassion and mercy on me. Oh that He would turn my eyes to see this place daily that I may receive Him in the fullness of His measure. There I place myself along the side of the road to wait on where God is waiting in me.
To stop and ponder His timing – so perfect, so intimate, so tender. To look for Him instead of where I can meet Him. He’s there, waiting for me. Ready to pull the picture into true focus. Counting down the sands in the hour-glass of each exact moment He can pour out into my soul all that He is. Timing…a great illusion to my finite eyes.
And what can be more of the greatness of His treasure held out to me than His Grace? Whose compassion can be more acutely and profoundly healing than His? Is there a more fulfilling place to be than inside His mercy?
I am waiting…waiting on You, my Master, Redeemer! Come, wait no more to pour out Your grace to me. My arms are open, waiting on You, to wait no more, for me today!
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡