The ache in the waiting

Our hearts quicken as the Day of His return draws nearer.

Another sign, another vision, another dream, and another confirmation rolls in from the west, rolling across the sky toward the horizon of the east. We wait for the Son. Any moment now.

And we wait and wait.

Like the music that crescendos and the tempo that quickens before a triumphant climactic entrance in a film, our spirits feel it approaching. The Body of Christ on the edge of our seats. And then a pause. Selah.

Just a few moments ago, my heart ached. I whispered, “Please come soon”. I thought to myself, it will hurt if He delays again.

I closed my eyes and drew near to the Father. I was quickly reminded of what His delay means…The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some people think of slowness; on the contrary, he is patient with you; for it is not his purpose that anyone should be destroyed, but that everyone should turn from his sins.” 2 Peter 3:9.

If we feel He is delaying, we should be comforted by the vastness of His patience. We cry, “Lord come quickly” but then we’re reminded of the many that He is still pursuing and waiting to come into the fold first.

His love is the reason He delays.

We know that His delay… or, better yet, patience is prophesied.  Now the bridegroom was late, so they all went to sleep. It was the middle of the night when the cry rang out, ‘The bridegroom is here! Go out to meet him!’ The girls all woke up and prepared their lamps for lighting.” Matthew 25: 5-7

The hour may be late but let us remember, even in the ache of waiting, to keep our lamps full of oil; full of the Holy Spirit.

 

++Picture by Bonnallie Brodeur