He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Here I am, sitting, waiting, thinking. He says he makes everything beautiful in his time. That is the promise of God. Somehow, within the pain and suffering, we must wait for him. For his timing is not our timing. It can be long and daunting to wait.
Has he heard my prayers?
Why is he waiting to answer?
Why does it have to be so complicated?
The bible says that we should ask and it will be given to us. So, I have asked. Still waiting for his answer, in His timing.
Between asking and receiving, I will have to master patience and I will have to keep on moving.
Somehow I know that victory is mine, but right now, it sucks to be in this place. I need to keep my mind occupied with the stuff going on around me.