It's 5:45 am and a small knock is heard at my door followed by a sweet little toddler bouncing into our room. I pick her up and snuggle her under the covers. She asks to be next to her daddy. I tell her she can lay next to him but we must wait for him to wake. She lays still and mostly quiet until her daddy stirs. Then in a joyful melody she exclaims, "Daddy", and wraps her pudgy little arms around his neck.
It was this sweet moment that got me pondering my own moments of waiting. There are times when God is silent and still. Do I wait for him to stir, to move, or do I impatiently poke and push?
If I'm honest, I push and push and push.
I do not like waiting.
I do not like silence.
I often get ahead of myself and miss moments to just be with my Father. If Brynna had been like me, she would have missed the moments that followed the waiting. she would have missed the snuggles, the kisses, the closeness with her dad, and instead, would have watched TV or played toys (something far less important). See her waiting was met with relationship.
Oh, how I need to learn this lesson!
Just as David said in Psalm 27, "be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." I, too, need to take heart and wait on the Lord when He feels distant and silent. He may be within arms reach, but because of the darkness I cannot see Him. But if I wait, I'm confident He will reveal Himself and meet me with open arms!
