Waiting.

Waiting is not an easy task for me. And oddly enough, neither is resting. I find myself in the midst of a season of being taught, and painfully refined, to wait and find rest in God. 

I wish I could share more details on what I'm waiting for, but hubby and I are keeping that private for right now {I hope you can understand}. 

My study in Numbers has come to an end, and I stand in awe of the perfect timing this study has been in my life. I feel like I'm a fellow Israelite wandering in the desert. Waiting. Waiting on the Lord to move, to include me in on His big plan, to answer our prayer, and to show me how to "rest" in Him. 

I've shared my struggle with waiting before, and now I feel like God has been revealing to me {through Numbers} that waiting is good for my soul. It's forcing me to depend on God, to seek Him, to abide in Him, to know His heart, and to trust Him.

Things have drastically changed this past month. I'm still waiting, but I feel a blanket of peace covering my heart. The goodness of waiting is beginning to slowly make my heart whole and pointing it towards joy in Christ.

Lauren wrote a beautiful post awhile back about Hannah {and waiting} and it brought such hope and joy to my day:

"So, He ordained a waiting for Hannah. Not just for her son Samuel but for her soul as well. He knew the best thing for her heart was to come to the end of itself. To reach the point that there was no way she could ever glue the pieces back together."

Yes, waiting isn't easy. Releasing my tightly clenched grasp to a false sense of control isn't easy. So, I must learn to wait. Wait for God. Wait for His Word. Wait for Him to move. And maybe, just maybe I will finally learn to rest. Rest in knowing and believing that God is good. That His heart is good and He does good. Especially in times of waiting.

 {my "Stones of Remembrance" where I save what God is revealing to me}