Don’t we hate to wait?
Especially behind the dear old woman who can’t find her wallet in the grocery line, parked tight in a traffic jam, reading old magazines in the doctor’s office, and hanging on the phone while listening to the elevator version of Hey Jude four times.
But then I thought of what others wait for – what he was waiting for . . . a biopsy and longer for the result, and then the procedure to correct the result, oh, and then there’s the dialysis chair . . . the place we wait with uncertainty.
The fine line between irritation and destruction reveals the cracks in our wholeness.
I wanted to know. And so, I had to walk through many waiting rooms to find the relief room . . .
Right there in the muddle . . . I learned to turn the waiting room into a prayer closet and take a book along . . . the how-to manual that teaches how-to stay collected while being dismantled.
Right there in the middle . . . of scripture are some of David’s sacred writings to reveal a profound secret.
Quietly. I will wait quietly before God for my hope is in Him. Psalm 62:5
Patiently. Be still in the presence of the Lord and wait patiently for Him to act. Psalm 37:7
Expectantly. I wait expectantly trusting God to help for He has promised. Psalm 105:5
No, not three easy fluff-filled steps to foolishly hope that God will spin our mess into gold – or is it? We can unearth the precious part found in the pause when we learn to trust God in the deep of the rubble and ruin. Not foolish at all.
Maybe like me, you’ve been tempted to wring, pace and complain in the midst of the annoying and the devastating, but it wears down a soul, doesn’t it?
Waiting well puts it at rest.
So, what are you waiting for?
Remind God that your soul is eagerly anticipating His work and that your hope is in His Word. Psalm 130:5,6