I don’t like lines. I don’t like it when people are late for appointments. When there are flight delays. When traffic snarls.
When God doesn’t answer…..
That one really chaps my hide.
He answers prayer. He knows all. He can move history. He can convict people’s minds. He can intervene in the course of cosmic events.
But He won’t give me a straight answer.
It isn’t that I doubt. I KNOW. I TRUST. It is just this waiting that is KILLING me.
I’ve been convicted. I’ve been gifted. I’ve been trained. I am ready. I am willing. I WANT to obey.
But — He says WAIT.
What the H>** for?
The time is now. I’m not getting any younger (seriously!). I have an extensive list of possible avenues in which obedience can move.
He still says. No, not now, later, maybe, we’ll see.
He reminds me that Moses followed sheep around for 40 years before being given his mission.
He reminds me that Joseph spent years in prison and struggling before Pharaoh made him Prime Minister and God showed him the purpose of his life.
He reminds me what He revealed to Isaiah:
Isaiah 40:31King James Version (KJV)
31 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
I remind Him that I hate waiting.
He says “trust me”. I say “OK”, but don’t really mean it.
I want an answer. Apparently at this point the answer is …… Wait……