It doesn’t always happen, but this morning as I was reading my Bible a verse jumped out at me. It was Hebrews 7:15: “Then Abraham waited patiently, and he received what God had promised.” As if to further emphasize the point, the passage in this morning’s message at church included Hebrews 10:23, “Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promise.”
For some reason the word “patience” has never evoked much comfort to my heart, possibly because it is usually tied to a delay of some sort, and nobody likes to be kept waiting. In our instant-everything society, patience is a rare commodity. I used to pray for patience until I realized that it is a fruit of the Spirit, and as such is something we already are (if we focus correctly). That said, it’s closely tied to perseverance, and we’re to let that have its perfect work in us. There are always good reasons for delayed answers.
I like the definition of patience my daughter-in-law came up with when she saw that “patience” was becoming a word her young son was beginning to not like much at all. Now instead of telling him to be patient, she will say, “Be brave while you wait.”
So what is the promise I am yearning for? The rhema word God gave me in Brazil, John 14:18, “I will come to you.” Last night He came in a powerful way to many at the service, and I watched them get touched and waited. And waited. And in the end left somewhat disappointed again, but this time by my disappointment! I obviously still am not where I need to be (not that He needs us to be anywhere to do what He wants). It helped that Annie Byrne had earlier shared so openly about her own failures as she was interning for Randy. There’s a part of me that’s embarrassed by what I post here but I make myself do it anyway because people need to be real (myself included). For some reason He waits, and He knows best why, and I need to be brave while I wait.