The memory verse I decided to post today gives me hope.
It also boggles my mind.
I don’t know about you, but when I’m down in a slimy pit covered with mud and mire I don’t want to wait patiently. In fact, I don’t want to wait at all.
I want out. Now!
But David (the author of this Psalm) waited patiently.
He didn’t claw at the sides of the pit. He didn’t whine or grumble or yell.
He waited.
Patiently.
I wonder if our attitude while waiting for God’s deliverance affects the duration of our pit stay.