A Facebook friend posted this poem on her page earlier this week….. It shook me to my core and brought real tears to my eyes.
As an uber impatient somebody, the idea of waiting doesn’t sit well with me. I am learning day by day how to wait and wait patiently. How to be active when I’m forced to do nothing but be still… how to trust God in the moments of quiet stillness… how to pray for wisdom & discernment so I’ll know when and how to move when the time is right.
We’re all waiting for something and this poem gave waiting with patience a new meaning.
Thank you, friend! (And, I found the same poem written by this guy….. he has a blog & a book, too!!)
by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . . And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply. “Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.
“My future and all to which I relate Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait? I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign, Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, We need but to ask, and we shall receive. And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry: I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, As my Master replied again, “Wait.” So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . . and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me. You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint. You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.
“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair; You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there. You’d not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence are all you can see.
“You’d never experience the fullness of love When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove. You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
“The glow of my comfort late into the night, The faith that I give when you walk without sight. The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee, What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee. Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true, But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.
“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me. And though oft My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”
Can we now say that there is a purpose in waiting and the journey to get what you want truly is “worth the wait”?
… here’s to waiting with a patience and understanding that what the intangible outcome of waiting is much greater than any “thing” we could have.
… here’s to waiting with a purpose, faith, and a gracious heart, thankful that we even have the opportunity to know such an awesome God.