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From the Pastor&
A Room Called Wait
--By Pastor Kay Huggins
"In my father's house are many rooms,"
that's what Jesus said.
I'm inhabiting the room names "Wait."
I am not weeping with a broken heart,
although I feel my heart is breaking.
I am not hiding from persecution,
although I know sharp words and cutting deeds.
I am among those with eyes open
in the middle of the night
praying, watching, waiting,
waiting, watching, praying.
O God, you led me to this room. You said only,
"Come in. Wait."
I felt you would tell me something soon.
I thought you might stay with me.
But you gave me a room, a few small tasks,
some new companions, and said,
"Wait, here."
Here I am. Waiting.
Let me know if I'm doing it right.
Correct me if I am wrong.
Shock me out of illusion.
And, if you could, peek in now and then.
Crack the door. Say, "Hi!"
Many rooms. Mine is called "Wait."
It's a good room. I am grateful.
Still, most nights eyes wide open I am
praying, watching, waiting,
waiting, watching, praying
in my room called "Wait."
How do impatient people wait for God? Waiting is not one of our favorite things to do. We wait for the morning paper -- the coffee to brew -- the light to turn green--the check out line to move -- the movie to start -- our turn at the doctor's office -- the kids to come home -- the elevator at the hospital -- a parking spot -- etc.
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