Yesterday, I wondered why I had not received the Five Minute Friday email. Eventually, I tracked down the prompt (for another week). Well after I published my post, I remembered that the day was Thursday not Friday. It happens. Fortunately, it doesn’t happen too often.
I believe that I shall see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living!
Wait for the LORD;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
yea, wait for the LORD! (Psalm 27:13-14)
I used to play Ouija board Bible. I’d randomly open the Bible hoping God would give me a message. Actually, I hoped for the specific messages I believed God ought to give me. Ultimately, I realized I was using the Bible as a spiritualist used a Ouija board, to try to peer into the future and be assured that the good things I wanted (to be reunited with my family) awaited me.
God may have read my script but He never followed it. Frequently, repeatedly, my Bible opened at Psalm 27. At times, I’d scream out, “But I have waited! I’ve waited all this time. When? When? When?” Eventually I just stopped using the Bible as a crystal ball. If God wanted me to wait, I’d wait. But I had grown to hate the word.
A few years later, when I told an acquaintance of my hatred of the word, she responded: “Wait is a great response. It means ‘yes’ but not at this moment. It means, You may have some cake after dinner. Or, You may go out and play when I’m finished and can go with you.”
More than ten years later, I’m still waiting to be reunited with my family. I know it probably won’t happen this side of heaven but I don’t mind waiting anymore. Because wait does mean, Yes. Wait asks me to trust that in the fullness of time, when God knows it’s best, I will experience a reunion that far exceeds the ones I used to imagine. For a long time, I’ve wanted to go home. God asks me to wait not because He delights in withholding from me or torturing me. He asks me to wait because He is preparing a glorious homecoming for me.
Every Friday,100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then publish the results. We don’t edit or engulf ourselves in concerns about whether our writing is worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers. Kate Motaung’s, at Heading Home, provides the prompt on Thursday evening. We all link our posts there and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.