My Past Year of Waiting

 

 

 

My Past Year of Waiting

 

2016 was not one of the best years of my life!  As with Job, sometimes I wonder if Satan got permission from God to sift my life: because it is really being sifted! Though I had suffered three bouts of viral pneumonia, I continued trying to serve God about the best I knew how. Then the first week in October, Hurricane Matthew hit the Florida Coast, and the severe wind-blown rain targeted our house located on the corner of Taborfield and Wakeworth Streets.  I knew of no other houses receiving damage, and wondered why our house and no others?  I knew that it wasn’t because our house is built on lot thirteen; so I convinced myself it was a prime target because it sits on a corner lot, has a fairly big backyard behind, a street on one side, and a park in front.  Whatever the reason, mold was discovered and we were advised to evacuate, which we did for about four months.  Those were unusual months, but not void of some nice experiences: insurance provided some nice places for our family to live and we were not homeless people living on some dirty city street.

Finally we came home, but to a house in disarray and needing repairs. Now after waiting until the middle of May, my floors haven’t been replaced nor some other repairs completed. For a Type A personality, who is dependent on others; waiting is not pleasant. But daily I wait, hope, and pray!  While I’m waiting, such promises as these give me encouragement:

“Be of good courage, and He shall comfort your heart. wait, I say on the Lord.” Psalm 27: 13-14.

Also I have this promise. “Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him. Fret not yourself because of him who prospers in his way: because of evil men who bring evil thoughts.” Psalm 39:7-8

Also during my time of waiting, the death angel claimed the lives of a brother-in-law, a favorite nephew, my baby sister, and my Sunday morning Bible teacher.  Of course I was I unable to attend the funeral services for those out of state, but am thankful, Greg went to some or all services to represent our family.

Heavenly Father, I have been young; now am old; yet I have not see the righteous forsaken; nor his seed begging for bread.  So in spite of my many adversities, I can rejoice because I believe You are using them to mold me into the likeness of Jesus. I thank You and pray in His name.

 

Doris Lisemby