Wait

 

Being patient can be hard. Sometimes it can be very hard to wait for an answer from God. But we know that when we wait patiently and hopefully for His reply to our diligent prayers, the answer is always more perfect and more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
        Here is a poem that tells how precious our waiting time is and how we can learn from it and grow closer to God while we wait for His will to be done:

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; 
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. 
I pleaded and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Wait." 

"Wait? You say 'wait'?" my indignant reply. 
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! 
Is your hand shortened? Or have You not heard? 
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming Your Word. 

"My future and all to which I relate 
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to wait? 
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign, 
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign. 

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, 
We need but to ask, and we shall receive. 
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry: 
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply." 

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, 
As my Master replied again, "Wait." 
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, 
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?" 

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine, 
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. 
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. 
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run. 

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. 
 You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me. 
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint. 
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint. 

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; 
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there. 
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me 
When darkness and silence are all you can see. 

"You'd never experience the fullness of love 
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove. 
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, 
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart. 

"The glow of my comfort late into the night, 
The faith that I give when you walk without sight. 
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask 
From an infinite God who makes what you have last. 

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee, 
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee. 
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true, 
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you. 

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see 
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me. 
And though oft My answers seem terribly late, 
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

--Author Unknown 

Have a blessed day!

~Courtney