My writing place, a roll top maple desk inherited from my father, sits by the window in our front room. There I sit on a bright blue 55cm performance ball whose goal is to strengthen my core. The reality is that itâs great for bouncing. Many days thatâs all I do there, bounce, check email and stare out the window.
The past few days the sunâs been out, hinting that spring may actually happen. However, the outdoor thermometer reader on my desk indicates, âNot today.â Our temperature? 16.1
In Central Indiana weâre still waiting for spring, arenât we?
Actually we spend much of our time waiting, whether itâs for a sunny day, a check in the mail, the next available customer service representative, or for a red light to change.
Yesterday I stood at a local pharmacy waiting while four behind-the-counter folks ignored me. All I needed was to pick up a z-pack of antibiotics that their text had indicated was ready. Being the godly woman that I am, I said nothing snarky while there, but when I walked into our kitchen a few minutes later, my husband Al was privileged to hear my ranting.
Waiting wears us out, doesnât it? Have you ever considered God understands this and maybe even feels this same way at times? He would have every right to tire of waiting for us to get our act together. Or for us to repent, acknowledge, and trust Him to carry our burdens.
God is good at waiting. Letâs join Him.
He gives strength to the weary and strengthens the powerless.
Youths may faint and grow weary, and young men stumble and fall,
but those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength;
they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary;
they will walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:29-31, HCSB
