In Morgan Weistling’s painting, a young girl holds on to Jesus as if she never wants to let go. Her face reflects peace and joy. Every child of God longs to rest in Jesus’ arms.
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Delight yourself in the Lord;
And He will give you the desires of your heart.
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Delight: a high degree of gratification or pleasure : Joy: also: extreme satisfaction.
Jesus Gives us the Desires of our Heart:
The Lord gives us the desires of our hearts when we give Him our lives—and that means every part of our lives. He places the desires he wants us to have in our heart. Did you believe that yearning to preach, go to the mission field, take in foster kids, become lead janitor in the church, spread the word of the Lord in your workplace: on and on—started with you? If it’s a strong Godly wish, that won't leave you, the Lord placed it in your heart,
If you have a STRONG ache for a Mercedes-AMG, I’d question it.
Jesus Gives us the Desires of our Heart:
Sometimes we trip over the desire of our hearts. I mentioned the woman in my church in a prior post. Not yet forty and single, who fostered over a dozen children. Foster children come from troubled and abusive pasts and have the scars to prove it. The Lord walked her to the organization that sponsored the children, and she responded to their need. Did she hear rumors of the place or pass the doors by accident? S-u-u-u-r-e she did. Once the children left, they often came back to visit her.
Or maybe you ache to preach or go to the mission field, so you pray, educate yourself, and collect money. Doors swing open—maybe you wait—and the Lord gives you the desire of your heart.
Often, people hate the thought of retirement. They dread the day of the retirement ceremony. What will they do? Is it the end of usefullness? Rocking chairs and boring TV?
I enjoy retirement. I don’t enjoy sitting in a car or plane for hours. It gets on my nerves, so travel has no allure. The Lord has granted me freedom from pain (a little arthritis in cold weather). So I work at the daydream that hovered in my thoughts on every job.
I cut and pasted, created slides for the General Staff College. I didn’t hate it. Thank the Lord I didn’t type—though typing paid my bills on several other occasions. The work wasn’t awful. I think back in nostalgia of the green park and sparkling blue pond across the street from my window. But the daydream persisted.
The Lord taught me and cleaned me off before I began. And He put the brakes on if I tried to speed up too soon.
Don’t ask for patience. You’ll accomplish nothing while you wait. But prepare for patience. Have faith that the Lord will give you your dream. The day will come.
Dear Lord, Thank You.
The Promise, Morgan Weistling, Gallery
