|Our neighbor contributed this ball to our flower bed!|
"My hour has not yet come."
His words oft puzzle me
until I meet disappointment
or look on wistfully...
While others find their pleasures now,
I trust His perfect timing.
My preconceived ideas of pleasure
He's gently redefining.
I still don't know completely--
in this life never will!
But I am waiting, hoping, trusting,
and willing to be still.
(Written this morning after postponing an anticipated "pleasure")