Waiting With God

 

Waiting With God

     God doesn’t find fun in keeping us on the edge of our seats.  Being the master of time, He does not need to consult Timex before He makes a move.  Yet, His plans can be thought of as a complex zipper bringing together events as meshed gears in box.

     Drive must meet driven and the clutch is ridden sometimes.  First to second then third.  Fourth meets fifth when the interstate calls.  To get the craft to cruising speed, quite often we need sling-shotted around Saturn’s second moon.  In other words, events come to accelerate as a catalyst in our reaction.  Sudden explosion blows in a direction we need to escape the terminal velocity of wonder.  Solidity sets down a firm calling as the roller coaster car hitches underneath pulling up the initial climb.  But what are we to do when floating down the plume not feeling grab of God?  We are sickened with the uneasy queasiness of not being “locked into” His will.

     Jacob did his time.  Doing seven years, he worked for Rachel.  After being tricked, he worked another seven years.  Bolting did not come immediately.  “See yah!”  was not in his vocabulary.  Sure, he had both wives and his herd was increasing exponentially, but something gnawed at him.  He was getting into a tighter spot.  Laban’s face had turned against him and his sons were getting sore.  How long he continued in tension we don’t know, but God finally came and gave the solution.

     Jacob needed to know God was with him before he made the colossal move.  A Haran exodus would be like turning an aircraft carrier out of a docking bay.  Women, children, herds, and goods brought up the slow movement to the south.  In the back of his mind, he knew Laban would come pursuing.  Confrontation on both fronts.  Laban to his rear and Esau at his face.  The liar was caught.  Nailed down, he had to fess up for his actions.  No more running.  Maybe this is what Jacob feared most.

     God knows the timing.  When we are ready for character change, He offers a solution out of our heat.  Maturity means to leave childish ways behind.  Old manners do not fit the new, like buying a different set of footwear.  God provides hiking boots in exchange for tennis shoes.  Time of change has come.  But like any father, He knows we embrace change only when the old is worn out.

     Onto a new adventure?  Has He called you to use a new faith?  Sick of running around the same block, we crave the new ground.  He runs with us.  In circles, we understand His trust.  He zippers us in as we don a new jacket.  Letting the clutch out, we feel the accelerated grab of this new gear.  Events He uses to propel us to a new orbit.

     Waiting is tough.  Not knowing the future calls us to put our faith in His character not in His plan.

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