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Wait With Patience
by Joyce Meyer

We spend a lot of time in our lives waiting because change is a process. Many people want change, but they don’t want to go through the waiting process. But the truth is, waiting is a given—we are going to wait. The question is, are we going to wait the wrong or right way? If we wait the wrong way, we’ll be miserable; but if we decide to wait God’s way, we can become patient and enjoy the wait. It takes practice, but as we let God help us in each situation, we develop patience, which is one of the most important Christian virtues. Patience is a fruit of the Spirit (see Galatians 5:22). It’s developed only under trial, so we must not run from difficult situations. But let endurance and steadfastness and patience have full play and do a thorough work, so that you may be [people] perfectly and fully developed [with no defects], lacking in nothing (James 1:4).

As we develop patience, the Bible says we finally feel completely satisfied—lacking nothing. Even our relationship with God involves progressive changes. My relationship with God is so much different now than it was in the early days of my Christian experience. It is not nearly as emotionally exciting…and yet it is better. Every change I’ve gone through has made me more mature, solid and well-grounded. We learn to trust God by going through many experiences that require trust. By seeing God’s faithfulness over and over, we let go of trusting ourselves, and gradually we place our trust in Him. Looking at it like this, it is easy to see how timing plays an important part in learning to trust God. If He did everything we asked for immediately, we would never grow and develop. Timing and trust work side by side.

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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not

So y’all can take your narcissistic
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

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Reflecting on Good Friday,
it makes me realize,
that the killers of the King,
were not just some distant people
in dusty land 2,000 years ago.
It was me.
It is us.
We are the ones who murdered the savior of the world,
through our actions
And every time I make a mistake
I hear the nails pounding into Daddy’s hand
and in that instant,
I see myself with the hammer,
and a grin on my face,
and my hands covered with the
Lamb of the worlds blood.
I am the killer.
I murdered the one who could save me.
Good Friday,
it was good for the world,
but it makes me realize my sinfulness
and self-proclamation,
and my own selfish deeds.
I am the one who pounded in the nails,
like it was my duty.
I did not know,
that one day..
He would come back
and He would arise,
and He would tell his murderer,
“Child, You are mine,
and I am Yours.
Forever will we be.
You are apart of the Kingdom of light.
You are the bearer of the message and of My love
for the nations.
I forgive you.
I want to give you life.
Lets wash off the blood and start again.
Lets start again daughter.”
I will be changed,
and I will live according to His purpose,
and not even death could overcome His love for me,
and it could overcome my self-pretenious ways.
He is love.
And this is His day.
Thank You Jesus.
He has died,
but He shall rise.
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