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| Without question, this has been the best semester of my 3 years at college. Who would have thought that, the way last fall went? Many changes, but almost without exception every last one was for the better. So now comes the summer, and what then? Only the Master knows, and He has been particularly tight-lipped as of late. But the future will be revealed only as I need to see it, and not an hour or minute or second sooner.
Wait for the LORD;
Be strong and let your heart take courage;
Yes, wait for the LORD.
This has pretty much been my mantra over the past couple weeks, and for all the things I could wait for, this seems to be the most sure. So I wait on, biding His time, not until I am sure, but for that nudge to say that the second is now for me to dwell always in the Will.
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| I can see a change coming. The future is laid out in front of my eyes, before my heart. Because this present existence cannot survive unchanged. Several courses branch off, some flowing without the permission of my choice, others shaped by my will, all subject to the Divine.
My position is tenuous; it must collapse. One way or the other, the course will be altered. I cannot continue on the flat existence of my own plane.
There is a mountain staring at me, an impossible wall that I am incapable of scaling alone. I am not there yet, but soon. The road may branch, but where it leads I am unable to divine.
So I follow the course now, continue until I must not. Wait until the Divine Hand bores a tunnel or grants me wings to fly, away and over to...to what I do not know, I know the shape and form but do not know when or where or how or why. What then I do know? Nothing and everything.
Oh but wings to fly! Up and away to the answer and this earthly heart's desire, though I may not yet know it. Yet if a tunnel is my only path, so it shall I follow, and bear what may come, trusting always that it finds it's end the same as if my way was winged and free of toil.
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| Sometimes to get our attention God will take away everything we are standing on, plank by plank, until the only thing left holding us up is the palm of his Hand.
Me - Wed, April 9th, 2008
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| Well, pretty much God knows what he's doing...and knows when to let me know that he knows. Basically He has everything under control, and I should just let him do his thing without meddling.
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| The funny thing is, during the night,
no matter how dark it gets
no matter how strange-
the light of day seems
the sun always
comes up in the morning
if only you wait for it
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