Desert Journey – Day 29
Waiting for inspiration is like waiting for water to boil or watching paint dry. One waits expectantly for an outcome which arrives at its leisure. This morning, I wait to hear what direction Jesus and I will take, and I wait…
No one likes to wait. I want what I want, when I want it, truth be told. I don’t think I have ever heard anyone utter the words, “I like waiting!” It’s as if our very nature and waiting, stand in opposition, yet everything encompasses waiting. Funny how that is, no one escapes it.
Jesus and I continue our desert trek. I contemplate the end of this walk. For me, it seems to have a simple meaning, exiting the desert, the completion of Lent. For Jesus, his walk to Calvary draws near. A realization sets in; the exit will be more difficult than I originally thought.
Jesus, how did you cope with what you would face? There was no other way, he said. The conviction with which he speaks those words penetrates my heart. He would do anything for me, for you. The mood feels heavy. I am reminded of the crushing weight of sin Jesus bore on the cross for our sake. I cannot even fathom what his heart experienced. The comforter in me wants to comfort Jesus. I don’t believe I have ever thought about comforting Jesus.
I want to say I am sorry for what you will endure, but that sounds so trite. Instead, I tell him I love him. Waiting with Jesus feels different now.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing your journey, my beautiful friend. I’ve never thought about comforting Jesus, either, now the thought, the feeling of it sticks in my heart. You are right…our love is all He wants from us. Love that He then asks us to share with the world. Maybe the need to comfort makes that love even stronger…and this the is the kind of comforting love our broken world needs.
Waiting and I have had a love hate relationship over the years. In the early years of my courtship, waiting to see my husband while he finished his studies, then after marriage, waiting for him to come home after a 2 day shift, waiting to see my parents when we lived far away, and now waiting to see my kids when they come home from college. It’s all about what we do with the wait. I have a picture in my hallway of Greek women on top of a balcony greeting a ship as it arrives as a symbol of my sisterhood with ‘waiting women.’
Love this Jackie!
I think of how long God’s people waited for the Savior and then he wasn’t at all what they expected when he finally arrived . . . a mere babe. I find that often when there is a period of waiting in my life-there is much anticipation of what the end of waiting will look like and it almost never looks, in reality, like what I conjured in my mind during the waiting.