The Waiting Game

Sometimes I watch the clock. The tick-tocking of it can move slow when you’re waiting in a doctor’s office or for test results or a phone call. Time moves at the same rate but it can feel plodding or speeding fast depending on what’s at the other end of waiting.

Today, we are waiting for the phone not to ring. Guaranteed if I hear my husbands cell phone ring this morning my breath will catch just a bit until I know who’s on the other end of the call. This is the day that Salvation Army Officers in this part of the country will receive a phone call if they’re being transferred. If we’re not moving, no phone call. Hundreds of us are waiting. Around every time this year, we play this waiting game.

We have dear friends who are caught in a much different waiting. Waiting and watching for signs as their 47-year-old daughter battles cancer with which she was only diagnosed two months ago. This is the worst kind of waiting, the one with an outcome unknown.

Then there are the families of the men in our program who are waiting. Waiting for their sons to clean up, for their husbands to come home sober, waiting for some good to come in life. They are well-practiced at this waiting. Waiting to see if their teenage son will outgrow the experimentation and then waiting for him to stop lying and stop stealing and waiting for him to get better friends and the waiting gets longer each time.



We wait on answers to our prayers wondering if the waiting itself is an answer and wanting to do anything other than wait.

Christians throughout the world have been waiting for Christ’s return for two thousand years. He continues to prove his time isn’t our time and so we wait. Again.


Maybe it was during this waiting that I’m not good at, the waiting that makes me want to give God a hand and push him over so I can get things done and end this waiting, maybe it was during one of these bouts that I thought about his waiting. His waiting on me. On me to sit still, to let go, to listen, to love, to give, to forgive, to trust, to live today everyday. He’s waiting and He never tires.

I have heard his voice, read his words, lived his call but still I hesitate to give all, to give in, to Him. There is a piece, a tiny one I think, but that bit that makes him wait. And like the good Father he is, he not only waits, but he waits patiently. On me. On all of us. This is grace. Grace that says, “I love you no matter how long it takes for you to know that I. love. you.”

The Lord is not slow in doing what he promised—the way some people understand slowness. But God is being patient with you. He does not want anyone to be lost, but he wants all people to change their hearts and lives. 2 Peter 3:9 NCV

5 thoughts on “The Waiting Game

  1. Sheila says:

    Perfect ending…God waits on us, just as we wait on people and events in our lives. He seems to have more patience than we typically display. I am waiting on my son right now…waiting for him to mature a bit and answer some of the life questions in front of him. I’m waiting on myself to move forward with the “next” work plan for my life, and with the impact that will have on current commitments. We are waiting on some family health issues to play out, to define themselves and absorb the impact. I agree, waiting is hard!

    Hope you get the answer you wish for, that you’re prayers and dreams come true! ~ Sheila

    • Debby says:

      Thanks Sheila. We did find out we won’t be transferred and that is good news for us. But there is always some waiting going on. Trying to practice grace in the waiting is the challenge for me.

      • Sheila says:

        Good to hear! Sometimes moving is rejuvenating, and sometimes just not right! So glad that you got the answer you wanted! ~ Sheila

  2. nuvofelt says:

    Isn’t it a blessing to know that His time is always perfect, and such a comfort to know that He knows the end from the beginning. Praise His Holy Name that He never tires of us – I know that I would have given up long ago!

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