When [our plans] are interrupted, His are not. His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless, or wasted, or unendurable).
I had plans… plans for love, for life, for the future. But how often have those plans been scrapped by some unexpected obstacle. Now I sit quietly (more or less) and wait on the Lord. Though He may ask me to wait minutes, or hours, or years—and I have been waiting years—they are not wasted, for He is teaching me to trust Him.
I am growing. I’m growing more patient, more quiet, more restful, and more selfless. It is not I who am doing the growing, but God is cultivating these things inside of me. He is the Gardener; I am the garden. He is the Potter; I am the clay. He is the Father; I am His child. His plans for me are so much bigger than I can imagine, so much better than anything I could have contrived on my own. And when He has tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
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Elisabeth Elliot’s writing has greatly influenced my life, even as a grown married woman. I truly wish someone had introduced me to her works when I was a teenager, but I am learning that it is never too late to incorporate the principles she teaches: namely, that passion is not sinful and purity is not prudish. Nor are they mutually exclusive. You can have both.