The Spirit and the glory. And the poem of waiting....

"I am so filled with the glory of the Lord and the intensity of His glory that I can't even handle it myself. My mouth is closed. My mind is full and at peace. My body shakes with the intensity of it all. My heart wants to leap of out of my body and run into the purposes of the Lord. I cannot go any faster than the timing of the Lord. I can only move at the pace He is moving and in the meantime I am filled with more intensity than this little body can handle or hold. Oh Jesus, make my body and soul align with you as I worship and move with you in both Spirit and in Truth."

I wrote this post a while ago and saved it as a draft. I also just found this poem below that I wrote maybe 6 months ago. Its a "cute" poem. It describes how I've been held in a waiting pattern and am so eager to go forward and yet am caught up in the timing of the Lord--refusing to move faster than His pace. :-) I am still in the wrapping up of this season. I am still moving at His pace and no faster. I am gifted. I am trained. I am a lady waiting to be released into another season with another pace--a pace that scares me honestly! Still, I wait... I wait for the timing and the release of the Lord. For now, I receive this season as a gift--this time of waiting for the future as a gift of the present. I am happy, contented, joyful, and expectantly waiting! :-)


Dreams, simple dreams.
Are often working out in the subconscious of my mind
In the night—I leap, I fly…
In the day, I sleep, I lie…
Waiting, waiting..
Hesitating?
Standing, then sitting
Is this really living?
I jump up.
You motion me down.
My eyes are open
I’m looking around.
The world is turning and passing me by
I wait and I trust. I can smile and cry.
“No good thing will I withhold from you.”
I believe you
Based on your Word
Your character and your Word
I’ve heard your voice.
You’ve seen where I sleep.
I’ve got to believe you have something for me.


Have you ever seen a girl so eager?
Watch her lips quaver, she’s so eager?
See her tears of longing…
Longing bitter
The tears of her heart could have cried you a river.
She’s standing there smiling
Waiting for Me.
The One her heart loves
Whom with faith she can see.
I won’t disappoint her
Not for eternity
I’m setting her up.
Just watch her wait and see.