He's in the Waiting...

I'm far from a master gardener.  But my feeble attempts at growing edible foods gives me great joy, mostly due to the process, and the underlying truth that my Father God has enabled this little seed to grow into something that can sustain me once I eat it.  My cucumbers are flowering and I it just makes me smile to see the little blossoms and know that one day they will bear fruit.  Amazing. 

This little plant is waiting to do what it's meant to do.  And I'm doing the same.  I'm in the waiting...to do what my Father has planned for me to do next. The beauty of this time is the assurance that He's right here with me, by my side, reminding me that He has his best for me.  Always.  

God wants me to rest in Him.  To fully surrender my life to Him so He can reveal to me the beauty of himself.  How much He loves me, just as I am, with all my flaws.  So I can know Him in a deeper way, His tenderness, His patience, His mercy and grace.  This time in my life is a gift from Him, one that I'm so very grateful for. 

I am not one to rest.  I am one to be in charge, take the bull by it's horns, make things work out.  Plan.  Do.  Do. Do. So I have days that I struggle in the waiting, all due to my being me.  But on the days that I fully rest in Him, I am at peace.

I can't, He can, so I'll let Him.  Let go, Let God.

Thanks Papa. 

Love, MB