“Home before dark, my special girls.” Grandpa called out, as he bent to kiss the top of Grandma’s head. My sister and I smiled as we finished our breakfast.
We waited for Grandpa on the front porch; the squeak of the swing kept us company as Grandma sang our favorite songs. Our spirits soared, as we discussed which flavor of ice-cream we were going to devour. The beauty of the sunset, hushed us momentarily. Darkness settled in stealthy at first, almost drifting in, but now it was fully settled and oppressive in its finality. The anxiety began to scurry out, the “what-ifs”. Hadn’t Grandpa promised to be home before dark? If I am so special why do I need to wait? What happened? Tension grew, as we watched Grandma force smiles through stiffened lips, in between hurried glances at the horizon. The message, “We should worry”, was heard loud and clear.
Grandpa’s rust red truck burst over the hill; relief flooded us. The answer to our question would he show up, was answered. Why the delay- I still do not know.
Therefore, return [in repentance] to your God,
Observe and highly regard kindness and justice,
And wait [expectantly] for your God continually. (AMP)
The Hebrew word for wait and hope are the same. If you are waiting you are hoping. The waiting with expectation puts our hearts out there to be hurt. When we are given what we think is the lesser thing or worse yet when life is immersed in pain- this is hardly what we expectantly desired. It wasn’t the ice-cream treat. We are left feeling unloved and unnoticed as our hearts lay crushed.
For God’s word to say, we should wait continually, not so subtly implies we may need to hope and pray through ‘impossible’ situations. When we wait, continually expecting the Lord to show up, there is sweetness in the release. The trick is the release– not to let the anxiety, worries, and “what-ifs” scurry into our lives and take control where God should be in control. I openly confess I haven’t mastered the skill of full surrender yet. I have a hard time submitting control if the waiting has anything to do with my children. My own pain and struggle is tolerable, but to see my children flounder is torture.
Lord Jesus, we submit our longings and our pain to You. We proclaim and declare we will not lean on our own understanding, but release our worries to You, no matter how long we wait. The creator of the Universe has got this and He will show-up. We praise You for the victory already obtained and we praise You when we do not get what we wanted, when we wanted it. Grant us the peace that passes human understanding as we continually wait with great expectation for our King. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.