I write about the sacrifice of praise on Monday, and on Thursday comes the news of death and more sorrow.
It’s hard to wait. To wait patiently. To wait trustingly. To wait hopefully.
“But it’s there. Tired of being silent, desperate to sing.”
We are the image-bearers and temples of God.
I need to–want to–rest. To relax in God’s hands. To willingly “go to sleep” when He tells me to. To trust and hope and surrender.
Yes, it’s good that I have a heart for others. Yes, it’s good that I cry and pray about all these things. Yes, it’s good that I long for a day/place when all will be well. But I need to surrender.