My husband is a gifted photographer. He is skilled at capturing perfect sunrises and sunsets with beautiful hues of orange, pink, red and purple. Sometimes to get the best shades, however, he has to wait for the right time.
Waiting is hard.
I started thinking about this a couple of weeks ago and that theme has just been showing up again and again in my world. (I’m a slow learner, so God has the opportunity to teach me again and again.)
First it was during the first Sunday of Advent in church.
Advent is a season observed in many Christian churches as a time of expectant waiting and preparation for both the celebration of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas and the return of Jesus at the Second Coming. The term is a variation of the Latin word meaning "coming."
The pastor talked about warnings in the scriptures and how to prepare ourselves during this season of waiting by having concern for our neighbors and being content with what we have.
This brought to mind an adventure that I had just had with my horses. They were in a cow lot, and while they had plenty of space and cover during the worst of the weather, they felt they needed to take a little walk-about. They were able to maneuver the gate and because they left evidence in the snow, it looked as if they had visited most of the farm.
Mom had seen them in the front yard earlier in the day, robbing the bird feeders.
When I went to do chores, they were halfway between the house and their lot. Bandit appeared to be watching for me. His look was as if he were saying, “Oh, there you are! We have been waiting for you to feed us and on a completely unrelated subject, the birds need more food.”
They walked calmly down back to their pen and patiently waited for me to bring them their grain.
The second week of Advent, the pastor used examples of things that get better as we wait for it. Things like Christmas gifts and wine.
He pointed out that the more you win, the more expectations that we have about winning. But the more we wait, the more we begin to be aware of our longing. Maybe it’s a prayer or a promise?
Have you notice that in the Bible, there is always a long period of waiting with God’s promises? And that God’s people always have problems with the waiting. Sometimes we fall into disbelief or doubt.
Or maybe we try to do it ourselves. We have our own plan. That’s my favorite. I will launch into grand campaigns to convince God to hurry up. Apparently my horses were going to give it a try too. It never works.
Maybe we get bored or fall asleep waiting?
What would happen if we pray for Jesus to return today? Are we longing for that or do we have our own plans?
Last Friday, I was attempting to wait on the beauty of a sunset at the farm with a new photography app. The app prints a bible verse on your photograph.
It was hard to wait for just the perfect moment and even then, I had to take it several times to get the image that I wanted.
The verse I got was Psalm 119:28: “My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word.”
I have grown sad and tired from my season of waiting.
What are you longing for during this season?