just let the kettle whistle....

My dear gentle readers,

Something you probably don’t know about me: I very much enjoy the whistle of the kettle as it boils.  The sound is strangely comforting to me.  There was a six month period of my life where I lived with an electric kettle and I came to the conclusion that its better efficiency wasn’t really worth it to me. That being said, I often snatch my kettle from the burner before it pipes its squealing song into the kitchen.  Why you may ask?  Because that added minute or less it’s going to take to make that sound I so love, will mean waiting.  And I do not like waiting.  There’s an opportunity for me to have a tiny little happy moment as the kettle whistles, but I deny myself the moment.  That being said, I show the same woeful ability to be cheerfully patient in many areas of life. 

 “Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, to His gracious promise flee, laying hold upon His Word,

   As thy days thy strength shall be.”-William F. Lloyd-


As thy days thy strength shall be?!? And right after that the Lord says that He ‘rideth upon the heaven in thy help’!! (Deuteronomy 33:25&26)  Ok, well it’s one thing to read or hear this and a very different thing to truly believe it and live in a manner that shows evidence of that belief.  It is difficult to wait for the ceasing of a trail or the culmination of a long awaited desire.  However the waiting does not negate the presence of His help and the implementation of His strength.

So often once I furnish my being with the rebellion of impatience in His will, I find it seems like I soon catch the stones and dirt with my face as I am hurled to the dust by hardship.  Or perhaps I am convinced that my heart has become so cold that it has begun to freeze and soon the benumbed organ will shatter with a sound like cannon fire. 

However if instead, I strap patience to my side, I am blessed through my waiting by the God who supplies “…angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.  In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone” {ps91:11&12} So I needn’t be slammed to the dust.  
His own affectionate care will revive my bleak heart. “If I say, "My foot slips," Your mercy, O LORD, will hold me up.  In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.” {ps 94:18&19} “The eyes of all wait upon Thee; and Thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest Thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.” {ps145:15&16}  

When climbing a tree do I grasp the sturdy branch rather than at the crushable blossoms? I read something like that somewhere once.  It seems to me a pretty necessary question, for, after examining my heart I find the reason of my impatience has an earthly meretricious glare at its core.  And what has more of the crushable likeness to a fragile and fast withering blossom as the festooned traps of temporal ease?

I will be forever grateful to whoever it was that pointed out the timeline relating to Acts 3:1-10.  Jesus would have gone through the gate beautiful and most likely passed that man.  His purpose was already known, He was going to heal that man, but a better time had been ordained.

And so my heavenly countrymen, the sky may seem a bit black at times. But then look again and see the stars lending some splendor! Your soul’s darkest night will still be illumined by the bright Morning Star!  You may wonder and wander but not one sigh is unnoticed or one tear left to stain the cheek.  He numbers His jewels and He knows them that are His!  His eye rests upon you with the most supreme, enduring, radicle, and fascinating love ever to be known.

“Wait on the Lord, wait joyfully, for then shall thy heart be strong; Lo! by His hand He leadeth thee,  and thou shalt be filled with song.”-Fanny Crosby-