I'm waiting for a phone call. It seems I am in a season of waiting. My prayers are so repetitive, I wonder if the Lord is getting weary of hearing them. I know better than that, but still…. I often get tired of the sound of my own voice echoing in my head.
The list is not a trivial one. Every item is heavy, loaded with potent - for evil or for goodl. I lay the burdens down and walk away - only to wake with a heaviness around my heart. How is it that peace seems to slip through my fingers like a wisp of smoke? Why can I not see the way ahead? Why is it all shrouded in darkness? Why do I not hear His voice?
I remember a verse I memorized long ago:
"The Lord is good to those who wait for Him
To the person who seeks Him.
It is good that He waits silently
For the salvation of the Lord."
Silence. My world is so filled with noise. I turn everything off - all the gadgets - and breathe in quiet. I stop looking at screens and turn my eyes to Him - to remember who He is.
"Lift up your eyes on high
And see who has created these stars.
The One who leads forth their host by number
He calls them all by name;
Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power
Not one of them is missing."
He, who calls the stars by name, must surely remember mine. I look at the night sky and imagine Him watching over each twinkling light - "…Not one of them is missing." Such a Father as this, has not forgotten me. He has heard; He knows; He has a plan.
For now I wait - with hope.
P.S. The phone call came. All is well.