It might feel like Friday, but Sunday is coming.

Let’s be honest, none of us like to wait. And I preach right now to myself as the principal amongst the chiefs of sinners in this category. If I cut away the excuses and drama, the truth is that I equate time spent waiting with time spent wasting; time which I do not have. To couch my impatience in biblical terms, I could argue that my human life is so finite, akin to a “flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow” that I can’t afford to wait. In other words, life is short, and patience – well, ain’t nobody got time for that!

Waiting. Wasting.

In my moment of reflection about this, God whispers to me – 400 years. You may have been waiting, but I was working.

400 years is the space between Malachi and the birth of Christ. For the Israelites, it was an incredibly long period of waiting – utter silence, no prophets, no words of promise from God. To just sit in such quietness is unfathomable to me. The silence must have been deafening.

I think of this period of waiting in history and realise that even when we can’t see what God is up to, he is still very much the active agent, invisible yes, but still orchestrating the events of Heaven and Earth to accomplish His purposes.

And so it is for our lives also. These periods of silence where we feel we are languishing and wasting away for what seems like 400 years, God is still working. The very love that moved Him to send a Saviour,  moves Him to restore and rescue us over and over again.

There’s this African proverb: “however long the night, the dawn will break”. You might be feeling like it’s been 400 years and God is just silent, but remember – Jesus was born; the dawn did break.

It might feel like Friday has just gone on forever and your hope is dead. But just hold on, because Sunday is coming and it is bringing new life, with joy abundant and eternal. The dawn will break.

God hasn’t forgotten us. Maybe we need to shift our view of waiting a little bit:

Micah 7:7 But as for me, I will look to the Lord, I will wait for the God of my salvation, my God will hear me.

Isaiah 30:18 Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.

Before I share with you some moving words by Andy Wood, I pray both you and I will be “strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy” (Colossians 1:11).Child sitting on a pier and drinking tea on a cold evening

Worth the Wait

Believe it or not, the time will come…

the realization will dawn…

your heart will rest

Because for the first time in a long time, perhaps the first time ever, you will know that your waiting is done. But there you will discover another kind of waiting

one of attending…

loving focus…

adoring and serving.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.

If seeing is believing, then once you see

you will taste the sweet satisfaction

of a dream realized.

But oh how much more precious

the waiting hours will be

if believing comes first.

There in the hope deferred your heart will learn

to hold on to the faithfulness

of the One making the promise.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.

When waiting wears the forlorn feel of forever,

then the joy that’s set before you

can still win the day.

But it takes a forever kind of love –

bathed in grace for each moment –

to see past the crosses and shame.

There as you run with endurance and courage

the grimace of striving gives way

to the sweet, sweet glory of the prize.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.

Hesitation in search of the perfect moment

will give way to action

when love surpasses your fears.

But there in the daring and risk you discover

the nature of love at its finest –

not feeling, but choosing… giving.

There as you let go of fear in the name of love

then regardless of the outcome

you are more alive than ever.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.

Soon enough the sun will rise and overtake

the lonely, still, quiet darkness

of your night seasons.

But then… maybe only then… you will realize

you always had faithful Friend

who sticks closer than a brother.

There as you hold fast to His faithfulness

your strength comes alive again

to rise up with wings like the eagle.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.

Languishing in the heat of a thousand summers,

the world you see will give way

to the new earth you long for.

But until then we wait in the place

where Mercy kisses Patience…

where Kindness carries the weak.

There as you draw on your last burst of power

you will run with great, great joy

straight into His waiting arms.

And then more than ever, it will be worth the wait.


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