“So Abram went up from Egypt to the Negev, with his wife and everything he had, and Lot went with him. Abram had become very wealthy in livestock and in silver and gold. From the Negev he went from place to place until he came to Bethel, to the place between Bethel and Ai where his tent had been earlier and where he had first built an altar. There Abram called on the name of the Lord.” ~ Genesis 13:1-4
This is the third time I’ve started writing tonight’s post.
The first time was a good idea, but the writing was going nowhere. The second go was a mediocre idea with no point.
This time, I’m not sure I even have a point. So I’ll just tell you what’s been on my mind lately.
The main thing I’ve been thinking about this week is how hard it is to wait on God. It’s really hard. There are things that I have been praying about for years now, and I trust that God is going to do something about it, but He just seems to reeeaaalllyyy be taking His time.
In those moments, I am so tempted to run out and do something to speed up the process. I just know that I could be getting things DONE in the midst of all this waiting.
And it’s true. I could do things. Things that might be measured as successful by worldly standards.
However, by God’s standards, all these things would be looked at as a waste of time. It might even delay what God has for me, because it would force us all to go back to the beginning and start over.
Our pastor preached a sermon on Sunday about Abram’s trip into Egypt with Sarai. His wife, who was so beautiful he worried that people would kill him to get to her, so he made up the lie about her being his sister. This foray into Egypt appears to have been very profitable for Abram, because he left with great wealth given to him from Pharaoh. However, the fallout of his disobedience has had ramifications that we still feel today, because one of those servants he left Egypt with was named Hagar.
And if you look at the last verse of that passage, you see that Abram is right back at the beginning, starting over with God, returning to the place he was before, a little more damaged and heartsick than he had been.
To me, this is an excellent lesson on why waiting for God is so, so important. It might feel useless, pointless, and frustrating, but I know He is working, even if my limited vision can’t see it. But to wait for Him is to guard against the certain failure, no matter how tempting it looks, that striking out on my own would bring.