Psalm 40

The last couple of days during lunch I have made my way over to the chapel in Northwestern Hospital to pray. Today, I was angry, fustrated and in no mood.

Instead of starting right off and praying, I picked up the Bible that was in front of me and opened it up. I opened to Psalm 40:

1 I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
2 He drew me up from the desolate pit,*
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
3 He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.

It is a Psalm of hope and promise. But what struck me and what I prayed on was verse 1.

Waiting patiently for the LORD. It is hard, but I pray for patience. I pray that the people of the Gulf have patience.

I keep praying on this.