Today, I find myself in bed waiting for a back to heal. I’m not very good at waiting. In fact, if there was one major issue in my life that I would like to improve it would be my ability to wait with a cheerful and confident heart. See, there are many issues in my life that seem to be in the “waiting stage”. I am waiting for God to provide healing to my mom who battles cancer, not one but three different types of cancer. I wait for the Lord to bring them to KS to live here with us on the property, I wait for my Joe’s work to improve, I wait to sell some animals, and the list could go on and on. I know that I can wait safely for Him to reveal His plan and make provision for His people. Yet, in the heat of the moment I am often an ill mannered child crying out and questioning what’s taking Him so long. In the midst of the waiting I often find myself focused on my flesh instead of what is eternal. It is in those moments that I am reminded of the passage in Psalms 131:2 Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child. I desire to behave myself, quiet myself, and conduct myself in a way that makes my God smile as He looks down upon me. I don’t want to be one of His ‘high need’ children, although I think I often am. I long to wait in whatever the situation may be and focus on Him instead of me. I believe that in these moments I am learning to behave myself as this weaned child. I believe that it is in these moments that I learn more about Him and see less desire for “me”. I believe that while I may find moments of waiting inconvenient, unpleasant, and sometimes even painful I am growing into the exact person that I pray to be. And so, I wait. I wait with confidence that I do not wait in vain. I wait with a Hope that He can/will heal, I wait with assurance that He will provide and make a way when there is no other way. I quiet my flesh and I whisper… “wait”.
How are you dear friend? Are you waiting for God to do something in your life too? Are you waiting as this weaned child? Let us wait in confidence together!
With much Love,
Mrs. Joseph Wood