Waiting

WAIT
(Author Unknown)

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently, said, "Child you must wait.
”My future and all to which I relate,
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a "yes," a go-ahead sign,
Or a "no," to which I then can resign.
And Lord, you promised that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry,
I'm weary of asking, I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate;
As my Master replied, once again, "You must wait.
”So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "so I'm waiting... for what?"
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
”I could shake the heavens and darken the sun,
I could raise the dead, and cause the mountains to run.
All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you would not know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair,
You'd not learn to trust by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You'd never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
The glow of My comfort, late into the night,
The faith that I give, when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked,
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have, last.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee."
”Yes, your dreams for your loved ones, overnight would come true,
But, oh the loss if I lost, what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see,
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all, is still WAIT.

This poem kept coming to mind for someone else just yesterday or so I thought, but I think the Lord was really bringing it to mind for me. As some of you know I have had the high eye pressures of glaucoma for a number of years. Today we found out that I now have some of the nerve damage. It looks like I will be having laser surgery next Friday to try to bring down my eye pressures.

This afternoon I have definitely been feeling the first part of this poem. I have been trying not to worry or be scared, but sometimes it seems so hard. I know the Lord is in control, but I want Him to fix things. I don’t want the uncertainty of what will or might happen, “But, oh the loss if HE lost what HE is doing in ME!” Deep down I don’t want to lose that… I want the “greatest of gifts getting to know HIM.” I pray that I will be moldable clay that my potter the Lord Jesus Christ can mold into His image. I want to be the godly wife, mother, daughter and friend that He would have me be, but I am scared of what that might take or what he might use. I know I will have to learn to trust and lean on Him in a whole new way. I feel like I fully trust Him until something like this comes along and I see how far I have to go still. I am praying that I truly will “wait” on the Lord and see what is doing in me.