Weight upon The Lord.

Waiting on God.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Time is passing by.
Lord do you hear me when I cry?
I truly don't mean to sound ungrateful, I'm so grateful that You revealed your promises to me, concerning me.
But I want it NOW. I need it NOW.
I feel hopeless. Where are you?
I'm tired of waiting.



                 Stacie, my darling, When did you lose the joy of your salvation?

You lost focus.
It seems everything is all about YOU.
Serve them in the wait. Don't lose your joy. Don't lose your smile.
Don't make a checklist, to-do list, don't get overwhelmed with what you think you have to do,
To make me move faster. 

My timing is PERFECT. You cannot rush my will.
I am perfecting you. One day, you will look back on this time with your family, with your husband to be, and smile and reflect
You will NEVER get this season back.

Turn around, You see those Sweeny High School Yearbooks from 2009 and 2010.
You were rushing me then!
Can't wait to be grown and go to college I would cry. So empty in side.

When I got to college, I hid in my dorm most of the time, not wanting to be there.
When I could have let The Lord pour out to me from the inside.
Trying to get lost in porn, complaining to The Man I loved how much I missed him and How I hated it here and wanted to be with him.
And He would lovingly tell me, to be grateful to be able to go to school. Many people don't get that opportunity.
But I would just fume on the inside, I wanted him to agree with my selfish pity party.

But how right Roland was. And how right Jesus is now. Wait upon The Lord. 
Do not lose heart. Wait upon the Lord. 
Weight upon The Lord.
Put your weight upon Him.
And He will carry it.
He will carry you.
Smile.
The Joy of The Lord is Your strength.
Don't run ahead of me.
Don't grow tired of waiting.
It's the midnight hour, but I'm still coming.
Don't be caught without your oil.
Don't try to peek ahead.
Though the bridegroom tarry, He shall not delay.
I shall not delay or be slack on ANY of my promises. 
Trust Me.
Trust Me.
Trust Me.
Lavish Me.
Lavish Me. 
Lavish Me.

Rejoice In Me. Rejoice In Me. Rejoice In Me.
I will refresh you. I will send people to pour into you.
Like a withering flower needing water. 
Thank you for the beautiful encouragement of my mother yesterday. Thank you for speaking to her concerning me. Like water to a thirsty dying flower .

You are so perfect Abba. You are so pure and so true.

Take my eyes off of me this season.

And put them completely  onto YOU. 

Sincerely your daughter,
Stacie Cherill Dickson

May this Post be a refreshing water to the withering thirty flowers out there, that you send to read this, from the north, south, east and the west. Like you sent my mother yesterday to speak a word to me, AT HER DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT, Wow, She served amidst her pain, may it be unto me Oh Lord. Thank you for my mother Jesus!  In Jesus's Holy and Precious Name, AMEN!! 

THANK YOU FOR BIRTHING PURPOSE AND BEAUTY OUT OF MY PAIN. WE OVERCOME BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB AND THE WORD OF OUR TESTIMONY.