Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken. My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me. O my people, trust in him at all times. Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge. (Psalm 62:5-8)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
waiting
When I get anxious, wanting life to hurry up, wanting to move on, this is the stuff that sustains me:
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