Waiting. Watching and waiting. It’s that time of the year around here again. Our bluebird houses were completely cleaned out in the early days of spring. But with the unusual weather we’ve had, it seems that our waiting time for the houses to be filled with nests and eggs has been even longer than usual. Walking the fence line last weekend to check on the progress, I thought about this season of waiting.
It seems in a number of areas of my life, that’s exactly where I am –
waiting . . . watching . . . waiting
Those times of waiting often seem to be the most difficult. It’s that time that is either “going to make me or break me.” It’s those times when things aren’t clear, it’s like waking up to some of the foggy mornings we’ve had lately.
Confusion sets in.
Hopelessness sets in.
Doubt sets in.
A lack of understanding sets in.
Coping sets in.
Disillusionment sets in.
Cynicism sets in.
Unbelief sets in.
The time of waiting often seems to be unrelenting. Those times in between are often difficult, when I begin to doubt. The days turn into weeks. The weeks turn into months. And the months even turn into years. Those times of waiting are the times in between . . . the times in between of being on the mountain tops. While I love those times on the mountaintops, I have learned that it’s the times in between the mountain tops where I experience His greatest Joys.
And so with the discovery of several nests with those beautiful blue eggs waiting to hatch, I ,too, am reminded that those times in between – in waiting and watching – there is Hope.
It might be waiting for the birth of our newest granddaughter, the return of a colleague to work, for a new home, for reconciliation in a relationship, the return of a prodigal, the end of a career and the beginning of a new season in life. Whatever the wait . . . I hold onto His Promise
I know that You can do anything
and no plan of Yours can be thwarted.
Because He is I AM.
He sees me in my waiting. He shows me His faithfulness in looking back over all the many seasons of waiting in my life. And although there are times of confusion, of not understanding the why, times of doubt and cynicism, of mistrust in the fog, I am confident that He is my Hope in the times in between.
So I continue to wait, to watch for His Hand in those times in between.