|Photograph entitled "Waiting for Morning" by Debora Rorvig|
I've been going through a rough place lately. It's 2:03 am. Up... waiting for morning...waiting for answers. Knowing that the answer is as near to me as my own heart. Knowing that faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. So I don't despair. I wait...
OUT of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord. Lord hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.If thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?But there is foregiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.
I wait for the Lord,
my soul doth wait,
and in his word do I hope.
My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say more than they that watch for the morning.
Let Israel hope in the Lord: for with the Lord there is mercy and with him is plenteous redemption.And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.
WAIT on the Lord:
be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait I say, on the LORD.
THEY that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
and they shall walk,
and not faint.