Waiting Patiently

I always wondered why I could not hear from God. Now I know why. I never sat still long enough to hear from him. I always spoke to him, but I never gave him the chance to respond. I never sat still long enough to hear from God. I like most people do not like to wait. Honestly, it is often frustrating. Unfortunately, it's a part of life. I have learned that God does things on his time and not on my time. In order to see what God has planned for means my family, I have to be receptive. I have to withdraw from certain people, be calm, relax, be still and wait to hear from the Lord.

So as my days go by, I am waiting quietly before God, for my hope is in him. I am waiting patiently for him to act, respond, guide me and move things around for me and my family. I am waiting expectantly while fully relying on and trusting God to help. Listed below are a few bible verses that I have been reading about being still. Hoepfulk y they may help you as they are helping me on a daily basis.

Be still so you won't miss the great things God is doing.
1 Samuel 12:16, Job 37:14

Be still. It's the antidote to fretting.
Psalm 37:7

Be still and know He is God.
Psalm 46:10

Let Jesus rebuke your storms, "Peace, be still."
Mark 4:39

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