Waiting and Praying, waiting and praying, waiting and praying and then frustrated. I'm trying to hear what God is saying about so many things- yet I find myself sinking into frustration rather than rising to praise and prayer etcetcetc but right now those words and phrases seem obnoxious and pointless. It's funny how when I am not waiting for God to act and when I am not looking for God to intervene I am quite content to spout off regarding the joys of endurance. Somehow in the middle of the waiting when it seems God's refusal to respond is defeaning- waiting is not so fun. In fact waiting becomes a tool of torture rather than and aspect of joy, perseverance breeds pressure, and the peace that passes all understanding seems to have been replaced with anxiety.
So what am I missing?
My mind keeps referring back to the phrase:"Where is your faith?" from Luke 8. As the disciples announced to Jesus that the waves were crashing in and the wind was rising- they were certain they were going to die that this was the end- but in a moment, with a calm voice and a word from the creator of the water and the wind everything becomes silent. It goes from chaos to calm and the only thing that made the difference was Jesus.
