Waiting is Hard
My third child didn’t require much sleep. Mornings we made him wait to get out of bed until the clock read 7:00. After lunch, I sent him to his room to either nap or play quietly. Knowing that I was in my room reading across the hall, he would say, “Hey mom, you know what? I’m plowing my field with the big four-wheel-drive tractor. I’m gonna plant my field after that.”
“We’re resting right now, remember? You can tell me all about it, later,” I reminded him.
“Okay, I’ll wait,” he’d say reluctantly, and then, a few minutes later , he’d start again, “Hey, Mom, you know what?”
At night, when I put him to bed at 8:00 p.m., he laid awake for an hour or two. If I happened to walk by his room, he would call out, “Hey, Mom. What are you doing?” That active little boy who never stopped playing or talking all day had been lying in his bed, quietly waiting for sleep. All of that waiting must’ve been tortuous for a little boy who was full of energy and ideas.
That’s where I find myself these days: Waiting.
I’m in a season of waiting for Jesus to lead me somewhere new.
Waiting on Jesus
In June, I attended a conference for writers and speakers led by Carol Kent called Speak Up. During the two-day conference, I met with a marketing expert. Twice, during our ten-minute conversation, she looked at me and said, “Be patient.” At the time, I was feeling too antsy to be patient. I wanted to know what to do next. And, I was tired of waiting on God.
Over that past few weeks, while I wait, I’ve returned to Surrendered, a book I wrote about the vine and branch lessons in John 15. Funny, I had learned those difficult lessons about waiting and trusting and resting in a season of waiting five years ago. I have also written about seasons of waiting here (Are you in Life’s Waiting Room?) and here (Stay rooted in Hope when Winter seems Long). You say, “I thought you’d have this waiting thing figured out by now, Jayne.”
But, waiting is hard.
Picture a horse in the starting gate or a puppy pulling on its leash. That’s how most of us wait. We tap our fingers or foot impatiently because we have things to do, good things.
Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me. Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing. (John 15:4-5 NLT)
When Jesus commands me to “Remain in Me,” He is saying, “Wait right here. Stay near Me.”
“Lord, how looooong?” I whine.
Stay rooted by believing that waiting has a purpose and an end.
If you ‘d like to try my book Surrendered, subscribe to my blog and I’ll send you chapter one. It’s part Bible study and part devotional so that you get truth that challenges in a bite-sized morsel. I’ve even made it available as a downloadable PDF so that can be uploaded to a kindle or smart phone, to read on the go.
During seasons of waiting, I’ve enjoyed reading Andrew Murray’s short devotional book, Waiting on God. Learn about it here: Living a Rooted Life and Waiting on God. Maybe I should reread it!