He who promised is Faithful

It seems slow, wait for it,
it will surely come;
it will not delay.
In His appointed time,
it will surely come.

He knows my heart,
my longing and dreams.
I couldn't hide anything from Him.
And at times, 
when this season comes
I asked Him, 
"when will be my turn?"

I prayed for a good man
but He said, "No, I'm still preparing the best"
And I asked, "when?"
He said- WAIT.

I met a good man,
and I uttered, "maybe it's him"
I tried to get to know him better
get along with him
and I was fascinated.
But He said, "NO, surely it's not him!"

I get frustrated,
wishing there's someone waiting for me too,
hoping there's someone praying for me too.
I burned the letters and poems,
'cause He said it's not him.

He didn't answer my prayers,
but He answered my mom's prayers.

When I was a kid
I wonder, why my mom always prayed at night.
I always pretend to be asleep,
but I heard and often memorized her prayers.
Since then, she has been praying for my future spouse,
-a godly man, kind hearted man, and a man after God's heart.

And right now, 
I realized her prayers protect me from heartaches and troubles.
And I utter the same prayers now.

I know it will surely come,
on His appointed time.
I looked upon Him,
and uttered, "Thank you!"
And He said, " Surely it will come!"

For still the vision awaits it's appointed time; it hastens to the end- it will not lie. It seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay. Behold, his soul is puffed up, it is not upright with him, but the righteous shall live by faith.

Habakkuk 2:3-4

Published by Merrel Ya

A lady who has been pondering her hope into Christ, inhaling His grace, and enjoying the beauty of life. Writing about life, asking God about "kuliglig sa kanyang dibdib."

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