It has often been said that God has three answers to prayer: "yes," "no," and "wait." I love when it's "yes." Don't we all? I don't even mind when the answer is "no." If the answer is "no" I can get through my tantrum, get over my disappointment and move on. I HATE when the answer is "wait." "Wait" is limbo. "Wait" is gratification delayed. "Wait" feels like the perpetual suspended animation of your desires. "Wait" has all the disappointment of "no" without the closure.
The lyrics of this morning's psalm reminded me that Jesus is also waiting. "Sit here and wait until I make your enemies a foot stool," says the Father. Jesus is waiting to be united with his Bride and to bring an end to His enemies. He doesn't know the day or the hour. He must wait like me.
God, give me patience. Help me resign my will to yours. Help me wait. To be honest, I'm sick of it.