My father Henry passed away 45 years ago. I have memories of him, although not consistent ones. It’s like I see flashes of waiting up for him to come home from work in the dark, in our living room. I recall traveling around to his side of the bed on Sunday mornings so that he could whistle and tell me how pretty I was before going to church. I remember waiting for him to open up a can of sardines, only so that I could squeal at the thought of him eating them, and enjoying them! I remember waiting in the lobby as the adults had opportunity to visit with my dad in his hospital room. I was told that I could go to the room on Christmas day. It seemed as though it would never come. It finally did. In his hospital bed, I waited as he put together one of my Barbie accoutrements. Not shortly after the new year began, he was gone. I waited for the adults to return home from the funeral. As far back as I can recall, I’ve been waiting in relation to my father. Although these memories are of my biological father, there are similarities to my heavenly father.
Lamentations 3:24 affirms, “The Lord is my portion or share, says my living being (my inner self); therefore will I hope in Him and wait expectantly for Him.” While the scripture sounds so easy, walking it out doesn’t always mirror the expression. Yet, when I was younger I learned the practice of waiting, without even understanding the entirety of the action. I complied because I believed that I would in fact receive what I hoped for. What makes us change this process as we mature? The same God that gave me the patience to wait on my Barbie trailer/van to be assembled by my earthly father, is the same God that gives me the patience to wait for the broken pieces in my life to be assembled by my heavenly father!
Waiting on God gives us fortitude. It makes us strong in the faith. It creates trust in the unseen and belief that the unseen hand of God will bring what we need to come forth. As believers we must learn to wait on God in the same manner that we wait on other considerations in our lived experience. We fail to forget that God understands our aversion to waiting, so much so, that He extends the Holy Spirit to serve as our comforter during our waiting period. During our wait, we mustn’t negate the fact that we are not waiting in isolation. The one who will answer the wait, is indeed the one waiting with us! During the wait, we mustn’t forsake the vehicle that enables us to maintain connectivity and that is prayer. Whatever it takes Father, I am purposing my soul to wait on you! Just like I did as a child.