Over the past few months, I have thought a lot about how I love Him, and why I love Him. 1 Corinthians 13 gives a challenging description of love, and the very first thing God says love is, is patient. Just as God is infinitely patient with me, I am called to be patient with Him because I love Him.
He promises to work for my good.
His hope does not disappoint.
He will never leave or forsake me.
He knows way more than I do…and what is best.
The list could go on and on.
As much as I want to be patient and wait on the Lord, I have to trust that all of those things He said are true, even when it doesn’t feel that way in the moment.
I want trust and faith to be like breathing. So necessary. So vital. So easy.
I’ve found that the times my faith has felt like that, are the seasons in which everyday I long to basque in His presence.
This past year has shaken my faith, but I am confident it was only to strengthen it for His glory. My roots have tasted new soil and my branches have been pruned so much, but only to prepare me for the new fruit only He can produce in and through me.
“I’ll grow up strong and beautiful all for Your splendor, Lord.”
(Christy Nockels, For Your Splendor)
I write this to challenge myself (and you) to treasure and long for more time with the Lord. To soak up His word and meditate on it day and night, realizing that it gives life. To want Him, and more of Him, and never get enough. To sing and pray and read without getting distracted, but to give myself fully to Him as He deserves. To be a lover of His presence. To have the Holy Spirit produce a supernatural amount of His fruit in my life for His splendor. To gain more wisdom and knowledge of God and His promises in order to love and trust Him more. And may that trust produce patience in me for wherever I’m headed next on this adventure.