We’re all waiting. Every person hopes and prays for something. God promises us in his holy Word, that in this world we will have trouble, but he will be with us. So we wait with hands held open. Waiting for a child to turn back around. Waiting for the remission date. Waiting for our loved one to make progress and thrive.
Healing prayers are lifted up in golden bowls before the throne of God. Anointing oil seeps into the pores. Music fills our ears. The two-edged sword is held up battle ready. Tears fall in our war rooms soaking the prayer shawls and floors. Face-down like Moses was in the wilderness.
Friends and family come to squeeze a hand, hold us in a hug, convince us to eat, pray with and over us. Days turn into weeks, turn into months, and sometimes years. We’re longing for a breakthrough. Waiting for a sign. Faith is strong, but unbelief tries to sneak in. We long for your presence Lord. Sometimes this life is so hard it makes us eager for the next life up there, with you. You parted the sea, you raised the dead, you made the deaf hear. We know you can, we pray you will move in our dark night of trial. This waiting room of life can be lonely and frightening.
We know your everlasting arms uphold, and your heavenly wings cover us. Praise you Lord, for who you are—the God of restoration, the one who brings salvation for our souls. We will boast of your wonderful works, giving you all the honor and glory.
We look up, the sun is shining through the gray clouds, offering hope to face another day. Great is your faithfulness oh Lord.