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I am thankful for times of quiet waiting. - Psalm 62:1

Psalm 62:1 I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him.

There’s nothing harder for a creative person than to be quiet and not say, suggest or do things that are better left unsaid or undone. It’s hard for me not to want to race ahead and implement my own ideas rather than waiting for God’s word. Quiet waiting is an improvement opportunity for me.

Some decisions need to be left quietly to God. It saves us anguish, second-guessing and turmoil.

If you like to claim victory, step back. Do you really want the victory for yourself or do you want God to give you victory?

Wait quietly for God.

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