The True Meaning of Waiting on the Lord

Isaiah's words started to make sense when I realized that waiting on the Lord wasn't about sitting

around hoping for a miracle to fall into my lap. It was about stretching myself,

holding on in expectation, trusting that God could bring renewal even out of my brokenness. I started running.

Literally at first. At the school track, inside the gym and in the park. Circling the lake,

pounding the pavement to burn off the pain. Each mile became a kind of prayer,

a way to let go of the past and build something new.