Jumbled Thoughts

Isn’t God’s Best Always Worth The Wait?

Isn't it always a miracle of mountainous degree?

There’s something to say. But how to say it?

It’s hard to write when there are so many other things pressing. Job. Eight to four thirty. House. Dishes. Scrambled thoughts. Lofty dreams. Fading visions. Idealistic ideas.

Where do they all fit? And where do I fit? These questions make it hard to breathe sometimes. They cloud my mind and my judgement. How to stay focused? And content? Or was that complacency I noticed there? Peaking it’s stealthy little head up.

I wonder what I’m about and where I’m going. I feel jumbled and messy.

Has anyone else felt this way? A sea of doubt, longing, and angst. Just waiting and hoping that there is something worthy of the wait.

But, isn’t God’s best always worth the wait? Isn't it always a miracle of mountainous degree? The great deep and the awesome heights of his worthiness. Of his loving-kindness. And the glory that will be revealed. In us.

The hope of glory resides in us, so has hope ever truly faded? Have I really lost my way or been lost? Or, rather, did I lose focus? Take my eyes off the prize?

There is really no way to do this thing right. The righteousness that comes by faith in the work already completed at the cross and in times past, when God worked to bring about his promise, is the only right way.

It’s now time to sleep. I may not have had anything extraordinary to say. But I did say something.