WAIT FOR GOD
By Carolyn Dale Newell
Truly my soul silently waits for God; From Him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense;
I shall not be greatly moved.
Ps. 62:1-2 (NKJV)
When David penned this Psalm, he was seeking safety from an enemy. He was waiting for God to save him from his adversary. David was not trusting in himself or other men to defend him. His only defense was God. His rock – his strength was God. He trusted God that he would not be greatly moved or shaken.
David repeats these verses almost word for word) Ps. 62:5-7). Did David need to remind himself to wait? We should follow David’s example, reminding ourselves to wait for God.
David was silently waiting – not complaining, not grumbling about God’s timing. Is that how we wait? Could silence be the key to soothe our eager souls? Would the quiet glorify God far better than the sinful murmurs we so often utter as we wait?
Sometimes we pray for years for the salvation of a loved one. We wonder why God tarries. We fear it may never happen. We wait, and we pray.
Our most trying times can be during an illness, whether it is our own affliction or that of a spouse or child. These bodies fail us, and we wait for relief. We wait for the Great Physician.
It becomes frustrating when we wait for God to show us His will on a particular matter. You have a big decision to make, and you are longing for that peace to come from God. Wait silently for Him.
Are you struggling with waiting? “Trust in Him at all times” (Ps. 62:8). All times, especially the times when we are waiting. Trusting, not doubting, with rock solid faith that cannot be moved. Abiding trust will calm our anxious hearts as we wait for God’s perfect timing.
Forgive our impatience. Help us remember that Your timing is better than ours. Give us faith that cannot be moved. Pour out Your peace upon us as we wait. Thank You, amen.
Read Psalm 62.
HIKING THE TRAIL
What are some ways you can remind yourself to silently wait on God this week? Place all your trust in God, our rock, our refuge, and our strength.
Copyright 2015 Carolyn Dale Newell.