Waiting

I spent pretty much a lot of my life waiting.
Waiting for the Lord to move mighty miracles.
Visible ones, please. With eyes closed and hands clasped, I whispered to Him.
I need to know that You are there.
Over the years, I find myself still waiting.
This time around, with the wait, comes peace.
Not a 'knowing' that He will grant me precisely what is asked.
But a conviction that all things will work for the good of those who love Him.
Not as much as I'd like. But assuredly, I can say: anxiety, it ceased.
Believing what you do not (yet) see. Foolish, perhaps, to some.
But that is what faith - cut away religiosity and playing church - is all about, isn't it?
So today, I do not pretend that I'm not waiting, still.
Knocking, still. Asking, still.
Today, a very dear friend dropped a note.
Life updates. And sharing about the pain.
The pain that came because that waiting apparently ceased.
Sarah and Haggai: will we never learn?
Today waiting continues.
The Lord will move mightily. He is the same, yesterday, today and forevermore.
He promised to come. And He will. To bring us to a place, where tears are no more.
Blessed hope, it's all I have, and it's all I will ever need.
xx
claire.