I hate to wait. I do.
I’ve been in and out of waiting rooms my entire life.
I been in waiting rooms at medical facilities. Waiting for news from the doctor to assuage the concerns and what-ifs that were running a marathon in my mind. I’ve been in waiting rooms in the physical sense. Wondering when a certain ailment or injury would heal so that I could be up again on my feet. I’ve been in waiting rooms in my spiritual growth. Petitioning God to get me through this “season” so that I could just go into the next one.
We get impatient with God and think we have waited long enough. We want to know why, demand it even. We beg and plead and lay a plethora of fleeces before Him. We call on prayer warriors and rightly so for their prayers availeth much. But in this scurry of spiritual activity, sometimes we forget one incredibly monumental component of our faith expedition:
His timetable is not our timetable.
And if I’m being brutally honest, my humanity doesn’t like His timetable. Yet my spirit knows down deep in my knower that it is best and it is what brings unexplainable peace.
If we are still waiting, then God is not ready to reveal something yet. There is still more time needed to work something out for us, from us, around us, within us.
As I write these words to you, please know that I am trying to digest them myself. It’s my heart that is truly the recipient of these words. For, I’m waiting on things right now just like you. Relationships to strengthen, souls to be saved, paths to be laid out. But, in the words of my dear friend and prayer warrior, Ali Bergin, “He is the lifeline. He is the hope, the rope and the hand.”
Lean into Him. Grab hold of Him. And don’t let go.
If we are still waiting for it, then God is not ready to reveal it.