Have you ever had the experience of waiting, looking at your watch, tapping your foot, and finally saying, “That’s late enough! Now I’m mad.”
I have...many times. I’m married to someone who cares about the clock but cares about people more. If the two collide, the people win and it means I wait. I’ve had to learn to try to be patient but I’m the one who hears the clock ticking in my head. Sometimes patience is hard to come by. I have to say that I admire David’s heart as he begins this psalm.
“I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.” Psalm 40:1-3
My moments of waiting are usually in my comfortable home or in a car. David compares his to a slimy pit. He is in the mud and mire.
But sometimes when we wait on the Lord that is where it feels we have taken up residence. We are crying out to the Lord in our troubles and despair.
But I love the victory that David proclaims. God lifts him out, sets his feet on a rock, and puts a song in his mouth.
It is what Jesus will do for us. Don’t look at the clock. Look to the Lord. Wait patiently. He’s coming.
Lord, help me to be patient while I wait for You. I know You are there. I know You love me. Help me to wait.