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I’ve recently *read: today* started a new devotional book.  I’m not usually one for reading daily devotionals, but recently *read: the last 12 months* I’ve started feeling a bit unraveled and not quite settled.  Of the few solaces I’ve found, the primary core consisting of reading, meditating on scripture, shopping, drawing, running, and working, scripture reading is the one bubbling up to the surface as the core healer in my life (great revelation huh?).  Although the other things help to hide the wounds and stave off the feelings of out-of-control-ness that has been the last year of my life, scripture is the medicine that is actually bringing healing to my heart.  Mostly I tend to read the Psalms and the red letters, the words Jesus said.  But as I’m trying to mature in my faith, I’m discovering that the whole Bible is a love story from God to me.  It’s a relational story.  A healing story. A story of hope.

So yesterday I picked up this devotional book because it follows lectio divina.  Which until yesterday, I did not know meant: “reading, thinking, praying and living Scripture with the intention of inviting an infinite, omniscient God into my life.” Sounds like something I could definitely use a heavy dose of for oh say, the rest of my life. I also picked up a new Message Bible, which has recently become my favorite way to read this great and holy book.  I thought it was perfect that when I first cracked it, I found Psalm 131.

A Pilgrim Song.

God, I’m not trying to rule the roost,
I don’t want to be king of the mountain.
I haven’t meddled where I have no business
or fantasized grandiose plans.

I’ve kept my feet on the ground,
I’ve cultivated a quiet heart.
Like a baby content in it’s mother’s arms,
my soul is a baby content.

Wait, Israel, for God.  Wait with hope.
Hope now; hope always!

WOW.  I so want my life to be like this.  With the adoption I wrestle every day every minute to not make plans. To wait on the Lord.  Wait on His timing for my child.  Wait on His timing for our future together.  Wait for these storms to pass.  Wait for those glorious sun shiny days where I am made complete in Him.  Wait for Him.

Wait with hope.

Hope now; hope always!

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