“25 The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; 26 it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.”
“My salvation and my honor depend on God ; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.”
“Wait! Stop! Dad – WAIT! PLEASE!” I can still hear my children pleading in the morning when I’m pushing to get them to school and I am headed to the car. The fear, the “importance”, the anger, all the crap attached to a minute or two, attached to being on time. I remember my dad doing the same thing. So here’s an admission: I can be a real butt monkey a** hole sometimes; pushing, pushing, pushing. Rarely it’s needed, most of the times it’s not.
It is good to wait quietly for the Lord, patiently. Wait. A different kind of “wait”. Maybe. When the world is falling apart around us, and we don’t yet realize we’re being Chicken Little, do we stop and scream at those we’re with “WAIT!”? Do we grab ourselves by our sleeve and say wait, wait for God! Probably not.
The Lord is my salvation, my saving. He saves me. A rock. It’s is good to wait for a rock to save me. It makes sense that I would have to be patient for a rock to move to save me – if I’m waiting for Him to come to me. Except that He is my refuge, a safe harbor, the rock to stand behind, to take shelter in, and it works much better when I go to Him, when I go to the place of refuge.
Yelling “wait” at a rock is pretty stupid, yet, that’s what I do. I need to be yelling it at myself when I want to venture away from Him, from His protection.
A ship is safest in the harbor, but that’s not what ships are made for. God gives us armor to wear as we go into the world, but we have to go to the storehouse to be fitted. Our salvation and honor depend on the rock that God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit are.
Maybe it’s God that is yelling “wait” as we run out into the street, sometimes narrowly getting missed by the car, sometimes getting nailed by the bus. I truly think it is.
What matters? We matter. We matter to those who love us and who are loved by us. The Lord is good to those who wait on Him, on His plans, on His security, on His time. Seek Him, rest in Him, be saved by Him. He is strong. He is love. He is salvation. He waits for us.
” Wait God, wait for me!” I yell at a rock, sitting there patiently waiting for me. I wait quietly to be saved by the Lord, surrounded by my chaos, my junk, my b.s. of my world.
It’s me that has to move.