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Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

—Psalm 62:1-2

My dog Winston, a miniature schnauzer, used to wait on the left side of the sofa on his towel while I was at work. I would say good-bye and leave, and he’d hop to his place and wait until I returned. He’d be sitting right there in his spot when I opened the door. He’d perk up as I walked in, and when I gave the word, he’d run to me for hugs and kisses. Now maybe he wasn’t there all day, but I have a mental picture of him waiting patiently and quietly until I returned to give him food, exercise, and love. He trusted that I would return, and he trusted that I would meet all his needs.

Even when other dogs entered our family, that spot on the sofa remained Winston’s. Excitement, visitors, and hyper moments did not move Winston from his place. The other dogs could not get him to budge. I had given him a “place” and that’s where he waited to hear from me.

I’ve had many dogs, but none ever understood the concept of “place” like Winston. He knew if he waited for my word, his rewards would be great. He accepted that waiting in his place was a good thing.

Patience to wait in our “place” given by God is not a common attribute. We are nudged from our place by peer pressure and people who want company in whatever they are doing. We get in a hurry to move or experience instant gratification, when real love is just about to walk through the door.

When we feel the fast-moving stomach-tightening anxiety urging us to be moving instead of waiting, let us just be still. Let us wait. The real voice we wait for is that of our Master. Waiting is not always easy, but when we are waiting on God, we will always find a blessing meant just for us.—d.o.