Waiting. Ugh.

Waiting. Ugh. Double Ugh.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

We humans? We don’t like to wait. (And, in America, seldom have to.)

Microwaves. Internet. Wireless-everything. Money.

We can do what we want when we want.

So, when it comes to waiting, we don’t fare well.

And when it comes to waiting on GOD, well, we seldom do; decisions are made with a nod in His general direction while we proceed in the power of our own resources of money, talent, or position.

But sometimes, those don’t work.

Nothing does.

And we are forced to wait.

Every now and then, God allows something to interrupt our lives that stops us in our tracks.

And no amount of money or influence or charm will cure.

So, we go to Him.

And He hears. He sees. He knows what we need before we ask.

And He answers.

But often, before He does, we have to…

Wait.

On Him.

And waiting on Him can be hard.

Very hard.

Painfully hard if you are waiting on a home or a direction or a salvation or a cure.

The pause between Problem…

…and Provision can seem eternal.

Time suspended.

And it takes courage.  More than we ever thought we’d need.

But how in the world do we keep waiting with courage when we have waited so long with unmet needs?

How do we not give up in despair and plummet to the bottom and stay there?

How?

We have Him.

In all the Waiting, we have Him.

His inevitable goodness, mercy, and trustworthy timing give hope.

“I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.” Psalm 27:13

We will not make The Wait if we lose sight of Him.

If we cease to see Him and instead give all our attention to the waves that threaten, we will surely sink, Peter.  We will faint, trip, stumble, fall.

And quit.

We have to see Him.

And sometimes we see Him most clearly when, after we’ve fought so hard to survive, we fall exhausted to the floor and realize the only unchanging, dependable thing in our lives is…

Him.

The Earth-Shaper. Flower-Maker. Sky-Painter.

The Mountain-Former. Sea-Digger. Storm-Commander.

The Sculptor in the womb. Protector on our way. Going-Home-Taker when we’re done.

The I AM.  The Word-become-Flesh and Dweller-among-Us.

Jesus.

A Savior who taught us. Died for us. Knows how it is to be human.

A Rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.

Rewarder.

Restorer.

He sees. He sees. He sees.

And He loves.

Wait on Him.

Be strong and of good courage.

You will see the goodness of the LORD.

“Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.” Psalm 27:14

 

If you are Waiting, you may find these helpful. We did!

Psalm 27

Psalm 130

Waiting on God by Andrew Murray,  “Eighth Day”, page 45.

 

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Good Night

3 am.

Still awake, waiting to see if our 2nd oldest throws up again.

But he hasn’t.  He’s just sleeping.

(Of course, every time he smacks his lips I nearly break my neck ditching the laptop, fumbling out of my chair, and grabbing “The Bowl” for him just in case.)

But he’s just sleeping.

And I thank God for His goodness and mercy to temper his version of the stomach bug so that he sleeps through it.  (His older brother had it far worse and longer.)

And then I mentally walk through the rest of the house where all my important people are sleeping soundly.  One on the couch in here with me.  Two in “the boys’ room”.  One baby-one in bed next to the wife-one.  And one in a toddler bed at the foot of them.

All asleep.  All well.  All still breathing.  Hearts beating.  (All quiet…equally as miraculous, I assure you. 🙂 )

And though we’ve had restless nights lately, for the most part this happens every night.  Hours of life sustained, and completely without my help or supervision.  As a matter of fact, I am unconscious for the better part of it.

But it’s a beautiful thing to see my Father quietly standing guard, keeping their bodies working, allowing them to rest for hours in the dark.

And though I may have to fly to my boy’s side with “The Bowl” any minute, tonight I got a peaceful glimpse into what my good Father does while I sleep.