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That Four Letter Word

I know your mind is quickly racing and trying to figure out which word I'm actually thinking about. Could it be...? Or is it?

I'm not gonna write out guesses because I like to try to keep it PG around here. After all, I am pursuing a M.Div and would like to be an ordained pastor someday. Just a reminder kids that people do look at FB, Twitter, and all kinds of stuff. There are eyes everywhere and not just the NSA and not just those people named "mom" and "dad." I don't say those four-letter words anyhow. *

The four-letter word that I am having the most trouble with right now is...


Not what you were expecting?

I think people across the board--whether you are Christian or not--can all agree that waiting can be one of the hardest things.  And I'm not just talking about waiting for that new i-phone to be released (ooh, a champagne color!!) or the second half of Justin Timberlake's 20/20 Experience to be dropped (although lets be honest, we are all eager.) I'm talking about something much more deeper.

Waiting is so, so hard because we live in a world where everything comes to us in an instant. We used to write letters. Then we got phones--holy moly! I can hear someone's voice whenever I want--well if they're home at least. Then the cell phone. I can reach someone when they're even on the toilet?! Even better! Then we got e-mail...texting..all of that is at our fingertips. We don't have to wait for anything these days.

It isn't often that we have to wait for something. So when we do, it hits us hard--especially when it isn't a selfish want or some materialistic item.

I'll be honest. I've been hurting and deeply saddened recently. This whole wait thing is tough business.

I've looked at verses to try to find something and some were great. Like this one:

"My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning. More than watchmen wait for the morning." Psalm 130:6 

But it didn't quite help. Then I came across a familiar story about a man working seven years to get to marry the woman he loved. Jacob and Rachel. Here is the line that got me,

"But his love for her was so strong that it seemed to him but a few days." Genesis 29:20b

It was seven years, but it only felt like a few days!?! One week seems a year to me at times. Especially in seminary. Am I right classmates? So why did it only feel like a few days for Jacob?


I want to wait because of my great love for my God. I want to wait because I have a great love for His promises. I want to wait because of my great trust in Him. I want to wait because I have a great love for His timing.

So I will wait.

Wait with me.

*Okay, I lied. I even admitted to it in my last blog. You caught me.


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