My guinea pig and I have a routine. At four o’clock each day I stop working ( I work virtually due to ongoing health issues) and let him out of his cage for floor time. He gets to run around and stretch his little legs. I get to clean his cage. Then I go sit on the couch and soon he will waddle over to my feet.
He knows I will pick him up, cuddle him, and give him a crisp, juicy piece of lettuce to munch.
Today was not a usual day. I let him down to run around, but I was running around a bit myself getting last-minute things done. I glanced over about ten minutes later when I heard his litle squeak. There he sat on the rug in front of the couch, patiently waiting. He knew eventually I would head over there and give him his lettuce. He trusted that it would happen.
Immediately Psalm 40 came to my mind. I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry (vs 1). Now, GuinGuin didn’t cry. But he did chortle, then exhibit patience. And trust. He knew I would incline to him and respond. I always have.
Am I that way? If I think of all the times, if I can think of that many, when the Lord has responded to my needs, how could I not be assured that He will respond again? He always has.
Instead of worrying, wringing my hands, or trying to grab the wheel, I should act like my pet. Wait patiently. God will respond. He will provide what I need in good time and lift me up to hold me in His loving arms. I will feel His love surround me. He is faithful that way,
No doubt.
AGREED?
So, Let us pray.
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