Waiting. Oh LORD, I hate waiting! Why must I wait? How long before we see you move in power and might? How long before you sweep through our churches, our communities, our families with Your Presence in fullness of glory as promised? Oh LORD! I hate waiting!
And yet, waiting is so much a part of life. I wait constantly. I wait in traffic. I wait in lines in stores. I wait for things I ordered to arrive in the mail or library books to become available. I wait for the medicine I’m taking to do its work. I wait for payday. I wait for vacations. I wait to see people I love. I wait—every day I wait for something.
And yet, waiting for those ordinary things of life doesn’t seem as bad, nor as long, as waiting for the LORD to manifest His presence in our midst. Waiting for revival seems too long a wait to bear at times.
This morning I read Psalm 27. I’m not sure what prompted David’s writing of this song. He seems to be crying out to the LORD amid the foes who seek him harm. He seems to be crying out for God to reveal Himself. It seems that David’s cry is my cry this morning, “Hear my voice when I call …. Do not hide Your face from me!” [vs 7, 9]
As David ends his song, I must end my prayer. “I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.” [vs 13-14]
I will wait, LORD.
