The Wait

She struggled to get out of bed that Sunday. As a matter of fact, she decided she won’t be attending church as she preferred the smell of dawn much better from her bed. As though tugged by her conscience, she suddenly jumped off the bed recalling the vows she had made concerning service and how it was more about worshiping God than it was of enjoying the service or getting the next word for the journey.

Within the hour, she rushed to get ready and not wanting to miss the bus, she had one of the quickest showers of her life. Before exiting her apartment, she reminded God in a silent prayer of how she hoped to meet with Him and how sorry she was to have considered not attending service that morning.

At this time, the sermon had ended; the music had stopped playing and all that was heard was a brief moment of silence which was almost immediately followed by a string of prophesies. She hadn’t always approved of prophesies or even thought they could ever relate to her but seated at her usual row which was right at the fore, she was absolutely oblivious to what she was doing: her deepest desires had taken over and her heart only beckoned at the words that came from the preacher who remained under the influence of the Holy Spirit. Unconsciously, she bowed her heart quietly to allow the Lord minister to her. 

The words were clear and even the deaf wouldn’t have missed it! They were precise and when she had heard it, she pondered. Not wanting to desperately grab one that wasn’t truly for her, she took out a few seconds to truly ensure the words uttered matched her innermost desires. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the match. She had always seen others get their answers straight from the pulpit but had never experienced it herself; she had wished for it but never imagined it was going to happen as it just did. Careful not to let the tears run down her cheeks, she contained herself, thanked the Lord and left the rest of the crying, praising and rejoicing for when she got home.

Being new at this, she spoke to a close friend of hers and asked how one can be certain that a particular word is meant for them. Quite unsure and some sort shy herself, her friend had no defined explanation. Irrespective, they both rejoiced at the good news and eagerly anticipated its manifestation. The words were very specific even down to the timing. She waited expectantly and kept at it till it dawned on her that it was now sooner than ever before –it was now only a day left for the unveiling.

That day passed and fizzled out like the rest and nothing happened. All she heard herself saying was “Lord... I guess I heard wrong; I guess it was for another; please take care of me”. Surprised by her reaction herself, she remained calm and simply left it all in His hands. 

Does this mean she did not fully believe to have been that calm after a no-show? One would have expected that she would slide into a depression or something of that sort but I guess that peace that surpasses all understanding whispered to her an assurance that God will take care of her either ways. When we pray and not receive, could it be that God thinks we are not fully ready to handle it at the time? Could it mean that His plans are different? Or that we’ve done something to delay it’s occurrence? I’m unsure myself but one thing I know... I’m absolutely certain that God does that which He says He will do because He is no man that He should tell a lie.