God’s timing
is rarely instantaneous,
the delay
in the waiting
for the promise to come
with no given deadline.
There is pain
in the waiting.
Questioning
but not wanting to doubt
God’s goodness
and faithfulness to do
what He said.
The wilderness
and the valley,
yet He provides
water and food
to sustain us spiritually.
Roots grow deep
In the waiting.
Fruit begins to bear.
Hope springs forth
as the promise
begins to reveal itself
in ways
we never expected.
His timing
Is always perfect
But rarely
Matches our.

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