With each passing day, the frustration and fear mounted, the patience and peace shrunk. There were days filled with prayers and conversations and what-ifs. And there were some days where life carried on as usual.
But the waiting doesn’t end quickly. Progress stalls though the clocks ticks on.
In the middle of waiting, feeling stuck and hopeless, a sigh is breathed and a prayer is muttered. The empty inbox. One line instead of two on the test. The silent phone. The for sale sign stays up.
I’ve had my fair share of waiting, and it’s never been pretty. From graduations, to job interviews, to proposals, waiting has freckled the story of my life. And rarely have I waited well. I worry and complain and make cynical comments. It’s one thing to wait for something that has a date: graduation, wedding, vacation. It’s an entirely different thing to wait for something you’re not sure will actually come to fruition: the job offer, the date with the cute boy, the greencard.
But waiting is the only option. Notice of Actions cannot be constructed on this earth. No, with all my waiting, it’s this last season that I’ve learned more than any other season, that I cannot manufacture the Notice of Action I desperately long for.
I don’t understand the purpose of the waiting. I don’t always display immense trust and peace. And I don’t like the fact that the process still isn’t completed. But I have to believe that my God is a God of Action. I have to believe that though everything in my life is at a standstill, another notice of action will come to me. Maybe later, rather than sooner, but the notice will come.
Because God is living and active. I have to believe He’s working in this situation. I have to believe He’s working in your situation too. There may not be rustling leaves, or the growl of a motor, or a letter in the mail, or a kick from within…but God is on the move. May peace flood your soul as you wait well, trusting the character of God, despite your current circumstance.