The word for today at Five Minute Friday is:

Be still and know I am God.

I hear them nearly every day, either in a song, or print that God seems to be leading me to. There are so many days when my spirit doesn’t feel well in the waiting.

In the midst of the past few weeks, several people we have known since childhood went to glory. One after another they left the earth. I wondered when it would stop.

This week was different. A new member joined our family. Our youngest daughter had borne her second son. All is well with him. He is healthy and already loved by his big brother.

What a joyous day! What changes this brings to their young lives, and what joy to us as grandparents.

The birth was certainly a diversion to my morose feelings. It is difficult to be in a holding pattern, but God’s promise is to be with us in the wait. Here are a few words from the Message:


        “I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened.

         He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from the deep mud. He stood me on

        a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest

       God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this:

       they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God.”


No matter how long the wait, my soul is well and this is where I must place my thoughts. I must not default to the fearful me which wants to stay. I must resolve that God has a great plan and no matter how hard or long the wait, I will be well, especially if I stop bucking against it.

I like to fix things, don’t you? I think I will sit back and ‘watch the God movie.’


9 thoughts on “Well

  1. emjt143

    Always interesting that where our thoughts are/go…so is our heart. And our “well.” Enjoyed your thoughts this morning – and congratulations on the newest little grandson!

  2. Waiting’s tough. And the tough are waiting…

    God’s not yet seen fit to heal me,
    and perhaps He will refrain,
    but I won’t withdraw my fealty;
    I am alive, and will remain.
    I’m always spoiling for a fight,
    with fists, a knife, or Thompson gun.
    I guess He knows my brightest light
    shines in battle, havin’ fun.
    So he gave me skill in writing,
    and He set me on a stage
    where I could talk of joy in fighting
    cancer’s jealous killing rage.
    Don’t mind that I fight on alone;
    when it’s done, He’ll take me Home.

    #2 at FMF this week.


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