wait on the lord

Papa, sometimes I get so tired.

I want my answer—

I want it now.

In this world of instant everything

It is so hard to wait…

To wait on the Lord…

To wait on YOU, Lord.

But, Papa, you have promised that when I do,

You will make my strength new.

You will lift me on your wings.

Papa, give me strength

To keep walking,

When there seems no end to the road…

To keep working,

When it seems the day should long be done…

To keep writing,

Until, together, we finish my story.

Papa, give me strength to persevere.


marcia-headshot-225x300As a child, Marcia Gunnett Woodard was an avid reader, often disappearing into a book for days at a time. By her late teen years she realized that she wanted to be able to use words to weave a spell that drew the reader into the story, like her favorite authors did. Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and theatre scripts. 
Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and has shared her thoughts with groups as near as a local university and as far away as Vladimir, Russia. 
When she isn't writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (her husband and their children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary). 
Marcia firmly believes in the power of story. Since learning that the words parable and parabola have the same origins, she considers her writing to be a catapult, using the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into walled-off hearts and barricaded minds. 
Connect with Marcia online: 
Blog: www.itsallaboutmarcia.blogspot.com 
Twitter:  @MarGunWoo 
Website: MarciaGunnettWoodard.com