Anybody waiting on an answer from God?

Funny how time seems to creep by when you have your ear bent to the wind to ensure you catch that word that flies by.

Take my advice.

Rest.

He knows you’re waiting.

He and I have this full-on war at times with His clock and how it keeps some kind of Heavenly time that appears to be 10 years slower than the one in my kitchen.

The sheer ridiculous drama of my waiting seasons is likely part of the reason I wait sometimes.

I comb the days of past prayers asking if somehow I prayed for patience by mistake again, and I can throw myself across the bed in real drama queen fashion with my hand on my forehead, so He surely can see I’ll die if He doesn’t answer in the next 10 minutes.

But I still wait. (And it ain’t pretty)

I’ve tried to strong-arm Him a time or two in prayer too until I’ve found myself whispering, “I’m sorry, Lord, you’re God…I’m not.

There’s some kind of wicked manipulation that my heart can easily go to even with Jesus, and suddenly I sense a holy nod from the throne as if my Father is looking at me with His eyebrows raised. Yeah. I recognize it. I’ve used that with my kids many times.

I can be quickly reminded of the discourse between God and Job and shudder as He asks Job whether He knows if the rain has a father, or who made the path for the lightning bolt. He’s pretty clear on who gives the deer commands to give birth and who tells the eagle when to mount up.

He asks Job if he’s ever entered the treasury of snow or the treasury of hail, and He most definitely catches my attention at the question if Job has ever commanded the morning or caused the dawn to “know its place.”

YEP!!! THAT’LL DO IT!

Pretty quickly, I’m stunned that someone so powerful and intricate in His mastery is mindful of me.

So,

Needless to say…

He knows what He’s doing.

Standing in the light of His glory starts to give you proper perspective, and you’ll send your own self to your own room.

Where you just keep waiting.

Then you write a song…

“He is my last minute

My last-minute on-time God.

He is my last minute

My last-minute on-time God.

Sometimes I think He’s early

Sometimes I think He’s late.

But what I’ve learned is that His clock don’t work my way

He is my last minute

My last-minute on-time God.”

Sometimes the “wait” produces something sweet that you didn’t see comin’:)