I listened to my friend Christy talk last week about how she needed God to pull through for her before she stood and spoke before a crowd of Christian women leaders.
She talked of how she paced her hotel room the night before, begging God to release the words He wanted her to say. She retold of her late night and early morning, all standing right before God and waiting on Him to direct her talk.
With three minutes to go before soundcheck, it was finished. The whole talk, delivered and refined with mere minutes to spare.
“He kept me in the waiting,” she said, “so I would depend on Him, not myself.”
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That phrase – “He kept me in the waiting” – won’t leave my head.
If you want me to get real honest, like I’m-glad-you-can’t-see-my-face honest, one of the hardest parts about being a single Christian woman is that I know God has the power to change my situation. I know He does. I think if He can part the Red Sea He can lead a boy to like it and put a ring on it.
But for some reason, He keeps me in the waiting.
In Isaiah 30:18, it says that God is waiting too- that He longs to be gracious to us. Beth Moore says, “If God is waiting and longing too, just like you, then it will all be worth waiting for.”
I’m trying to believe her.
. . . . .
“He kept me in the waiting.”
There’s two ways this phrase hits me. The one, mentioned above, makes me think of someone keeping a prisoner in a jail cell or keeping a dog on a leash. To hold back. To keep someone from something is to put your hand square on their chest and say, “stay right here.” Usually for their good, I know.
But there’s another way to be kept, too.
Like to be kept close, maybe like you keep your baby wrapped tightly in your arms.
When I was hurt, wanting to run away, He held me close. He kept me when He could have let me go. He kept me.
He kept me in the waiting.
He holds me as we wait. He holds me close, so I don’t feel alone. We wait, together.
And I am grateful.
. . . . .
He holds me still and he still holds me.
God kept me in the waiting. And while I am waiting, He keeps me.
He holds me back and He holds me close.
He keeps me from running ahead of His plan and His plan is to keep me near to His heart.
It all feels better when I think about Him waiting with me, arms wrapped tightly around me, whispering something in His Father voice about how the wait will be worth it, how He is here, and how He won’t let me go.
By Annie Downs // AnnieBlogs