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Oct
8

Hope Deferred

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Waiting sucks. {I'm not quite sure I'm allowed to say "sucks" here but "waiting is hard" didn't adequately describe how I'm feeling} I hate waiting, and I'm not really good at it. Patience is not my forte.

It seems as if everyone I know is in a holding pattern right now. Waiting on new. Waiting on change. Waiting on someone, something, somewhere. Waiting for doors to open, and others to close. Waiting on pain to end. Waiting on joy to come. Some have been waiting for years, faithfully serving, faithfully trusting, day after long day stacked one upon another until so much time has gone by that you begin to wonder what it is you're even waiting for anymore. But the heart remembers. In the dark quiet of the night the longing persists. A prayer unanswered. A desire unmet. An ache unfulfilled. Hope deferred.

It's even harder to wait when the desire is good, godly even. A child. A job. A friend. Pain to cease. Depression to lift. Prodigals to return. We pray and wait and wonder; why would God withhold good gifts from someone who loves Him?

In the last few weeks a verse in Galatians keeps popping up in my life. And let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. I know this is truth. I know I'm not supposed to throw in the towel. I know I'm supposed to continue doing good in my waiting seasons, however long they may be. But sometimes it's just hard. Harder still when the people around you don't seem to be waiting for much of anything. I know it's a matter of perspective. That it's not true that God's coming through for everyone except me, but sometimes it feels that way. You too?


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Hope deferred makes the heart sick... Prov. 13:12




 




Hope deferred makes the heart sick. {can I get an amen?} Our human hearts cannot contain the pain of waiting past the point that we deem reasonable. The longer we wait the more our hearts grow weary. Before too long they succumb to despair and desperation. How do we hold on to hope when all of our strength is gone? When our trust has been stretched past the breaking point? When the womb is still empty and the promise seems dead and the God we pray to is strangely quiet?

When the waiting persists it is hope itself that I need to cling to. Hope... not in the thing I long for, but in the God who (for reasons irrational to me) continues to say to me "wait".


And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You. Psalm 39:7




What am I waiting for? Good things? Yes. Godly things? I think so. But ultimately it is not what I wait for that will satisfy me. Even the most holy thing longed for (a child, or friend, or spouse, or job, or ______) will disappoint us eventually. But there is one thing that will not disappoint...


Hope does not disappoint,




because the love of God has been poured out within our




hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.




Romans 5:5




 

I have been guilty of holding out hope for something less than God. I've been guilty of getting mad and cranky when I feel like God is withholding good things from me, when I'm growing weary in my well doing for Him. I've been guilty of succumbing to depression and despair when I transferred my hope from the Eternal King to earthly things. This human heart of mine simply can't contain the pain of waiting and I often find myself in desperate need of rescue. Thankfully, the God I serve specializes in just that. He rescues us because He delights in us. Rescues us from deferred hope.

Hope does not disappoint; if our hope is in Him.

It's hard to hold on to hope. But what if we weren't made to hold on to it? What if hope was made to hold on to us? What if hope is the rope thrown to us when we feel like we're drowning? The rope that we slip our arms through and tighten down around our chest... holding the rope in our hands while the rope holds us in its embrace.

Hope is an embrace. It wraps us up. Holds us tight. And we cling to it in the waiting.


Hope deferred makes the heart sick,




but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.




Prov. 13:12




Praying that our longing for Him outweighs all the other longings of our hearts. And that in the waiting we will find ourselves surrounded by hope.

~Keri