Meeting God in the Frustration of Waiting
I’m currently waiting on some news that’s important to me, and it’s starting to get a little uncomfortable.
Waiting is hard. It’s a disturbing reminder that we’re not in control, that other people aren’t on our agenda. What’s worse is that it’s a reminder that God might not be on our agenda, that He doesn’t always answer prayers immediately, that He’s willing to let us squirm a little bit.
So many of us are waiting on something – a spouse, conception, the email from the potential employer, the phone call from whomever.
We wake up each day and unconsciously pray a prayer that goes something like, “Is it today, Lord? Is today the day that I will be set free from this in-between place? Will the painful tension of not knowing what’s coming next end anytime soon?”
If we listen closely enough and tune out our fears, we hear Him responding to the deepest part of ourselves, saying, “Come to me, all you who are weary and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest for your souls.”
He doesn’t offer an answer or a solution or a peek into the future. He offers Himself, and on our best days, we know that is enough.