W A I T I N G 3rd January, 2020.
Glassy, blindingly blue, blue sky – No clouds – no moisture.
Is HOPE to be sucked out by rising heat?
Bushfires ravage great swathes of land,
Sorrow and death have muted bird calls.
A NEW MORNING and a NEW DAY.
I’m waiting – just as Mary waited for God’s Promise
- the child Within her womb stirred.
I too am waiting for God’s Promise.
He promised to heal and restore our land.
Also, His Promise is to heal and restore this land
and our lives.
We must TRUST and wait on Him. I’m waiting, Praying, Yearning and Longing. Grieving with all those who grieve YET……. Inside myself is the quickening of the God Promise from the past. His Promise of His Spirit’s water, fire and abundant life for All in these lands who feel lost in the cauldron of circumstances.
SPIRIT OF GOD May Christ arise over all your people and Your Water, Your Bread and Your Life be reached out and taken BY ALL WHO NEED. I’m waiting for Your Holy Spirit with a swamping Healing Holy Wave of Grace and Peace to flow over all the LANDS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. It was a Promise,
Yet on the gentle sighing between the trees seems to come a sad refrain.
It came with piercing heart-rending intensity.
I, TOO, AM WAITING. I’M WAITING FOR THE CRY OF REPENTENCE TO SOUND FROM TOP TO BOTTOM, FROM EAST TO WEST. I’M WAITING FOR THE VALLEYS AND HILLS TO RESOUND. I AM WAITING FOR THE CRY…….. O Lord we need YOU. We’re sorry we have not obeyed Your Word or lived our lives according to Your Precepts. PLEASE FORGIVE US ALL
I left my time of prayer and know this certainty.
With Love, compassion and Kindness.
HE IS WAITING !!