As I am sitting at the hospital for my mom as she is having (minor) surgery…I’m bored.
I’m waiting.
I’m not happy about it, but I’m being patient. I’ve worked a little bit, went and got a sandwich with an apple in the clear, plastic container that rivals the sound of a passing jet when I try to open it in my quiet, little corner.
But, I’m just gonna wait.
I pulled out my Bible and just started flipping through the pages asking God to speak to my heart. I came across this drawing from a while back in Micah 7, so I went back and read the whole chapter. Micah was a little frustrated at the moral decline of Israel and not being able to find a person devoted to the Lord. Instead of looking on his surroundings, in verse 7 he looked on the Lord. Micah was confident that God would hear him and deliver him. Are we confident for deliverance despite our surroundings? Can we sit and watch in hope for the Lord even when our environment is uncomfortable? Am I truly patient when it comes to the Father and His promises for me? I don’t exactly see how some things will come to fruition that God has placed a desire within me for, but I know that if I watch in hope for the Lord, He will hear me in the waiting. Maybe my waiting is music to his ears? Sorta like the crackling and popping of my loud sandwich container when my belly is growling.
Sometimes, our spiritual voice is louder when we are waiting…watching on the Lord. I’ll sit quietly and chew on this turkey sandwich while I “chew” on the hope within me.
I’ll be comfortable waiting…definitely not bored in His presence…’cause His promises are coming.