Today I didn’t want to go to my regular church. I wanted something small, quiet, and meditative.  I wanted to sit in the back, worship God, and leave without drawing anyone’s attention.  After doing some research I decided to attend Bel Air Presbyterian’s evening service, 25 miles across town.  (Normally, this would be a crazy distance to drive for a church service.) 

But I drove to a place where I was ready to listen to whatever God might say, as I didn’t want to listen to him in Pasadena.  And I praise God because he had the sermon ready for me.  I was right where I needed to be.   The pastor spoke on what to do when you’re waiting.  (How Perfect! I had to try not to cry.)  Walking with God always sounds so simple and easy, and yet I find ways to make it so comlicated and burdensome. 

Although at times I feel weary and discouraged it was a good reminder to continue to walk (and rest) with Jesus.    

 

St. Patrick of Ireland