Waiting For Him
When the day of Pentecost had arrived, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like that of a violent rushing wind came from heaven, and it filled the whole house where they were staying. And tongues, like flames of fire that were divided, appeared to them and rested on each one of them. Then they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in different languages, as the Spirit gave them the ability for speech. Acts 2:1-4
I have been in he place of waiting for a while now. I want an outpouring of the Holy Spirit in my city, I want the manifestation of the Holy Spirit in my world, I want salvation so like I know He can perform and miracles of healing and deliverance.
I wait and it hurts to wait, underpowered and seemingly ineffective. When I have experienced the move of God twice in my life so far, I want more. Performance does not cut it for me, outpouring is what I seek. As I wait in the quiet time marches on. Today I said goodbye to my old dog Chelsie. To me she embodied a little of my Lord, she was gracious, forgiving, faithful, patient, kind. She sacrificed herself for me and gave up first place for my second dog Emma, never complaining. At the sound of a mouth organ she yodeled like a professional. Her tail would welcome me as did her excited yip.
And still I wait and pray. I want to see souls turn to the Lord in repentance and be cleansed and made whole. A new move of the Spirit is coming, I wait for Him, for He is so good! Amen!
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