Reading:
Luke 22:1-14

God’s wisdom far exceeds and far excels my own.

I believe that.

I accept that.

I rest in that.

I like that.

Then why do I fret and fume at His timing sometimes?

Why do I try to push if things don’t happen when I think they should (and panic when they don’t happen at all)?

Wanna talk about a wait so long that it seemed the event had been canceled and forgotten? Then consider the thousands-of-years wait for this:

“And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him” (14).

Will I trust God to make the arrangements in my life?

Will I trust Him enough to determine the arrangement of my life?

Oh that I may submit to God’s wisdom (and timing)!

Joyfully. Restfully. Graciously. Trustingly. Fruitfully. Cheerfully.

[And they went, and found as he had said (Luke 22:13)]

from Luke 22:13

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