Disheveled Theologian: Be strong and take heart
I have a confession to make. I don’t like waiting.
There. I said it. In stark letters, for the world to read. I. Don’t. Like. Waiting.
I suppose that means I’m impatient, though I’m not impatient about everything. While I wait for the digital scale to calculate my weight, I’m OK with waiting. I’d really rather it never gave me an answer at all, actually. ‘Course, the wait is only about one second, so I guess it’s not a very fair test of my patience.
I get very impatient while waiting in lines. I would rather turn right, instead of left, outside of Prairie Elementary, for example, and drive around the entire lake after dropping off my daughter at school in the morning, rather than have to turn left and wait for all the traffic. Even though I work just down the road (when turning left) from Prairie.
Yes, I have done this. More than once.
And then there was the time I was waiting for my first child to be born. I knew that babies rarely show up on their due dates. I knew this perfectly well. But when his due date came and went, I felt as if Christmas had come and Santa had forgotten me.
“I waited nine months for this day and now it eludes me!” I thought as I waddled around the house, impatiently packing and repacking my hospital suitcase. Oy, those were tough days. And when, five days later, he was finally fixin’ to come, I still had to wait through 13 lovely hours of labor.
Yes, he was worth the wait. Most things are.
We’re waiting for something now, my family and I. And it’s hard. And I don’t like it. And I want to speed up the process, but there’s not a lot I can do. We’ve been waiting six months. Which, in the whole scheme of things and when compared to the painful waiting that myriads of people have to endure for far more emotional reasons, I know isn’t all that long, really.
But still, it’s hard to just sit back and wait.
Up until recently, I’ve not been worrying about this situation. Actually, I’m a little bit worried that I’ve not been worried. I’m concerned that I’ve been taking God for granted in this waiting, taking for granted the knowledge that he’s got this and I don’t need to worry and shouldn’t worry, in point of fact.
I know it will happen. I know God is in control. No worries.
But suddenly, having passed the six-month mark, it’s getting a lot harder. And the money is getting tighter. And we still own two houses and, please God, bring us a buyer because we only need and want one house. Just the one.
There. I said it. In stark letters for the world to read. We. Need. A. Buyer.
And then, in the middle of last week’s growing stress on this matter, God caused me to open a book. A book I bought exactly a year ago and hadn’t yet read. It’s called “Today is Day One,” and it’s a devotional written by Christian singer Matthew West. The book was written, in part, because of Worthington’s very own Josh Shuskey, who inspired West to write a song titled “Day One.” It was Josh, actually, who told me about the book.
I read the first day’s devotion and it was good. I liked it a lot. The next day I read the second entry and it was, lo and behold, a story about waiting.
Along with the story was a verse. A verse I know. A verse I’ve heard hundreds of times in my life.
A verse I’d forgotten.
“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:13,14
OK, God. I’ll keep waiting.