I waited and waited. Sometimes I waited with patience and hope. More frequently I waited tapping my foot, arms crossed, whining and complaining about not getting an answer. Any answer would do at that point, but the silence was killing me.
Some days I had hope that persistence would win out. Other days I was convinced I should just accept the emptiness as a silent "no" and move on.
None of my efforts to manipulate the Lord worked. It seems He really does keep His own counsel, and really does only do what He deems best. He also does it in His own time.
The day came when the silence was broken and the answer came. It came in ways I could never have imagined. It came with blessings I hadn't thought to ask for. It was above and beyond anything I could ask or think.
He is a God who is beyond my own meager thoughts and means.
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