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learning to behold God in the waiting

At the beginning of this year, the Lord placed inside of my soul the desire to grow. 

That word, “grow”, kept threading itself into my prayers, into the books and blogs I was reading, and even into the sermons I would listen to.  

Jeremiah 17:7-8 landed in my lap one early morning like a well-watered promise getting ready to bloom,

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” (NIV)

“Make me like a tree planted by the water, Lord.”

This liturgy gave a name to a deep desire, an invitation to dig deep and learn the true meaning of grit-filled grace. So, this spring into early summer I set out on a journey of knocking on doors (figuratively) and decided to apply to a spiritual direction program where I could learn and grow in my walk with God and eventually serve others in their own walk.

But sadly, the door knocking led to a door closed, and I was both confused and disappointed.

“What am I supposed to do now, Lord?” I thought to myself.

What happens when you get to the door you thought God was leading you to only to find that it won’t open?

This was a season the Lord had me walk through this past summer, and although it was very disappointing at times and not at all what I expected, the door I ended up going through was very, very good.

One of many lessons I learned through that experience is that God is present in our waiting, wondering, and wandering. And in today’s blog post, I want to share this story with you; my story of learning to behold God in the midst of waiting, searching, and uncertainty.

I want to share with you how God spoke to me, how I waited, and how I leaned into Him through it all.

Click the link below to read or listen 👇🏼💛🌿

Read or Listen: Altars & Open Doors: Learning to Behold God in the Waiting

xo,

celia