Waiting has never been my strong point. Trusting never my forte. I like to do things for myself when I want them done right. I can get things done. I’ve always loved helping people, doing things for them because I could. Task orientated describes my life. But what happens when I’m waiting, waiting on others to do things for me? It’s a scary thought. I can feel my heart picking up, pumping a little harder. People fail. They forget. They don’t care. I guess it’s something I’m just going to have to do though. But I’m not completely powerless. I sit outside and listen to the birds in the sky. The Bible says that God takes care of them, how much more will He take care of me? So I’ll wait. And I’ll trust. Things will fall into place and I’ll be on my way.
Trust: something I need more of.
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