Waiting sucks. If you’ve ever thought bangs were a good idea and had to wait for them to grow out, you know what I mean.
But waiting on the big things - the deeply personal, intimate, heart-longing things - that kind of waiting is excruciating.
I think it’s the not-knowing-how-long that’s the worst. If we could just count down, cross days off the calendar, tear off a paper chain and know how much time was left, it would be a little easier. But when you’re waiting on a husband, a baby, healing or an answered prayer there’s no way to know how long.
But guys. We all know who we’ll be when we get what we want. We’ll be grateful, thankful, celebrating people. People whose faith is big and whose doubts are small. People who stand on chairs and declare God’s goodness and who maybe even confess His timing was just right.
The question is, “who will we be while we wait?” Cause I want to live in the middle of my story just like I will at the end. I want to be a grateful, thankful, celebrating people while I’m still waiting and hoping and longing. I want to stand on chairs and declare God’s goodness even when I don’t see it right now! I want to trust that His timing is right even when I don’t know what time it is.
Anybody can celebrate when we reach the Promised Land. Anybody can throw a party when we get what we want. But living in the middle, full of hope and expectation? Believing that OUR GOD WILL DO IT when the ache is closing in? Having faith because we know WHO HE IS, not just because of what He has done? Those are the rebels I want to be around.
Rebels in Waiting