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Isaiah 55:8-9 (NIV)

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."

My cousin reminded me to read and claim these verses this past week. I had a pretty rough week and she knows my path and my heart well. I am studying Isaiah in BSF and it amazes me to see how other recent readings and people outside of BSF point me back to Isaiah. God is so real, relevant and alive. I love how he guides me. I don't always understand it or like where he leads me, but I do find such comfort in knowing He has a plan. A wonderful, master plan, a plan that is better than anything I could ever cook up on my own.

I don't know what you are waiting on, yet I do know that the waiting room of life can be challenging, regardless what you are waiting on. I am waiting also. Some days I want to beat the walls down and make my little buzzer go off or have my name called, and other days I am just most thankful for the walls, good reading material, and a comfy seat as I wait. Each day has its own challenges and blessings.

I want to encourage you to trust that the walls of your waiting room will open up and the ceiling will give way to limitless possibilities and blessings in His time. I am trusting in that, and I hope you will trust with me. He never said it would be easy, but He said we would never have to go at it alone and I rest in that promise!



P.S. Ginny is my favorite artist. I loved watching her live a few years back when we lived in north Mississippi. She came to a church there for a special concert. Randall took me to see her and I fell in love with her music even more after watching her. She is blind and plays the piano. What an impressive vessel for Jesus! These lyrics have ministered to me so many times over the past several years.

It makes me laugh that the only thing I left behind at my last job was this CD in my computer. Yes...got to laugh and hope someone else is listening and loving it. Doubting that though...just sayin!


Abby

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