I’m beginning to wonder if I have any idea what it really means to wait for the Lord. Oh sure, I can start out just fine, but after a while I start to get antsy and impatient, as if everything depended on me rather than him. Then I start to take hold of things and start to initiate things, trying to form or shape or manufacture them into what I think they should be. Sorry, but that is definitely not waiting for the Lord!
Waiting for the Lord means just that—waiting. It means that God is the initiator and I am the responder—even in prayer. My job is to wait for him to move and to stir, and then to ask him what it looks like to join that moving and stirring, rather than trying to control or manipulate it. After all, it is his work, not mine. Heaven forbid that in my zeal to do something—anything—I would actually get in the way of what he was trying to do. Which I’m sure I have done more often that I’d care to admit.
Waiting is not like that at all. Waiting for the Lord means that I must pay careful attention to what is going on around me and within me, so that I can recognize his voice and his movement when it arises. My job is not to make it happen, my job is to notice when it is happening, and then to join into that happening in whatever way he directs me to.
Can you imagine what our lives would look like if we didn’t do anything until he told us to? Can you imagine what a different world that would be? Could you imagine all of the wasted motion and energy that might be saved and harnessed and used for the building of his kingdom rather than our own?
O Lord, help us to learn what it means to truly wait for you, and then help us to do it.