Last time I wrote a poem about due season. Still chewing on that theme... at the right time, in due season Psalms 145:15-16. I was reading a book called "Come to Papa" by Gary Weins out in KC and found some wonderful thoughts on this topic.

He described Adam and Eve doubting "whether God really had their best interests at heart. They wondered whether he would really satisfy their desires for significance, intimacy and destiny." So Satan convinces them that God is not trustworthy, cannot be counted on; that his timing is not perfect and they can't wait for him to fufill their desires. Yow! That's at the core of my everyday struggle right now.

We/I crave fufillment. Will I trust him to give me everything I need at the right time? In due season. When he deems is perfect timing. In the way that he deems is perfect. Will I resist grabbing it for myself? Like Sarah who gave her maidservant to Abraham? Like Rebekah who convinced her younger son to steal the birthright of his brother? Will I resist filling myself with things, even good things, that can never satisfy me because they are secondary pleasures, not the True Pleasure. "We think that if we can just ...get connected with any one of a thousand things, our life will be better and be more fufilled."

At this point, I feel the Lord ask me some questions. "Am I enough for you? Must you have other things to be satisfied with Me?"

Oh Jesus, help me in my unbelief! You are MORE than enough.