Who likes waiting?
I'm waiting for something. Urgently. This waiting is sort of consuming my life, blocking out the big picture. I feel like I can't get on with things until the waiting is over.
My kids are waiting too. They can hardly stand the wondering if they'll find what they desire most under the tree on Christmas morning.
We're all waiting for something...
So we need this season of celebrating waiting. We're remembering that even though the waiting was long, oh, so very long, the Promise came. We're remembering all the waiting that ended with fulfilment. Some of the waiting was hope-filled and some was anguished and despair-filled. The fulfilment wasn't dependent upon the emotions of the those who waited but on the nature of the One who promised. This is really good news for me.
Three hundred plus promises...endless waiting...and every promise was fulfilled. Every single one.
The Son of God, Immanuel, became flesh and lived among us. Light entered the darkness and nothing, absolutely nothing...no maniacal killer, no unfaithful friend, no sickness or sorrow...can EVER extinguish that light.
I don't understand the waiting. Truly I don't. Today seems as good a day as any for the waiting to end. But this I know: the waiting doesn't diminish the power of the promise.
This is the promise I'm holding on to today...
A child has been born--for us!
The gift of a son--for us!
...and there will be no limits to the wholeness he brings!
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Isaiah 9:6-7 MSG