I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning. O Israel, hope in the Lord! For with the LORD there is steadfast love... [from Psalm 130]
Patience is not considered much of a virtue these days. We scope out the shortest line in the grocery store, then get annoyed when the line next to us is moving faster than ours. [Note: Never get in a checkout line behind me, because I’m always in the slowest one.] We run red lights to save 30 seconds. And when we do get caught at a traffic signal, we spend that 30 seconds replying to a text.
But sometimes waiting is unavoidable.
No matter how impatient we are, we cannot hasten a wedding date, or the arrival of a loved one, or the first (or last) day of school.
No matter how anxious we become, we still have to wait for the final score of a game that could determine the end of the season or the beginning of playoffs.
There is probably no place more aptly named than a “waiting room” at a doctor’s office or health care facility. There, people wait impatiently for a routine appointment, or in dread to learn of test results. They wait while someone they care about is in surgery, or just to be there for that few minutes they’re allowed to visit a patient in the ICU.
When waiting is difficult, even momentous, we experience that sense of helplessness deep in our souls, as did the psalmist. Like someone who watches for the morning to come, we ache for our long night of waiting to come to an end, and for the time when hope might be renewed in the morning light.
In the meantime, while we wait, may God send us the people and the internal strength we need to trust that God’s love doesn’t go away in the nighttime of our waiting.
© Melissa Bane Sevier, 2012