Teach us, O Lord, the disciplines of patience,
for to wait is often harder than to work.
~ Peter Marshall
Some things take a long, long time ~ like pregnancy. Nine months, especially during the final days, can seem like an eternity. I recall it vividly, even though all three of my children arrived early, and even though 40+ years have lapsed since last I was in the business of birthing babies.
It's not as if gestation, labor and delivery were an accidental process. It's designed to take nine months ~ 280 days to be exact. The experience is much the same for every woman, and nearly all of us are amazed at how quickly it went by AFTER it's over.
I feel that way about our long-distance move.
It all began last August when we found & fell in love with the habitat that's occupied our dreams ever since. We actually purchased a home in September, but due to many snags & snarls beyond our control didn't finalize the purchase until this year; late March to be exact. Due to a lingering snag*, we've yet to make the actual move.
I'm feeling a lot like a woman who's well-beyond her due date; a woman whose feet are swollen, whose back aches, who waddles, who can rarely find a position of comfort, and who is utterly convinced she'll never, ever be un-pregnant. Worse, I feel like the women who's endured some measure of pain, thinking it was full on labor; only to be told (as she scowls), "It's not REAL. It's only Braxton Hicks ~ false labor."
False labor is NOT synonymous with false pain. The latter is quite real, no matter how unproductive it might be.
The fact is: our moving delays are by design, too. There's a reason behind the roadblocks that hinder us. Eventually, with 20/20 hindsight, I'll see more clearly ... maybe. Sometimes God doesn't reveal the "Why?" of His ways with us. Regardless, there will come a time when I'll be amazed how swiftly the time flew.
But not today.
Today I'm up to my eyeballs in frustration and impatience waiting for the Braxton Hicks pains to turn into genuine labor. I live in a sea of boxes and can't find the Q-tips. I've arranged movers & services that I'm dangling mid-air. I'd serve myself a bit of cheese with my whine, but I can't find the cheese either.
Waiting. It's designed to be a process.
Why do you complain ...
Why do you say ...
'My way is hidden from the Lord;
my cause is disregarded by my God'?
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and His understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak...
those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not grow faint.
* Without the tedium of offering ad nauseam details, our delay is due to the tenant's delay in closing on the purchase of their home. It's a long story that will soon read The End. That "soon" looks like June 2 (or 3 or 4 or 5 ...).