His timing tests my faith, to be sure, and his ways confound my understanding, but his faithfulness takes my breath.Īrticle supplied with thanks to Jennie Scott.Ībout the Author: Jennie is married with two children who shares lessons from her own unexpected journeys and encouragement you might need for yours.įeature image: Photo by Hamish Duncan on Unsplash.Most of us have things we want to achieve in life before we reach a certain age. If I have learned anything through my seasons of waiting, it is that I am amazingly impatient and God is unbelievably good. When we have a problem, we want it fixed immediately and with the solution we devise. You are commanded to be still and know that He is God. You are asked to believe good is coming despite the bad that you see. I know you might be like I was, on your knees with tears pouring down, begging God to give you the thing you desperately need.īut He will do it in the moment He deems best.Īs his child – his follower – you are charged with trusting him until then. Whatever waiting period you are in right now, I know it’s painful. But nothing reaffirms it like the moment when He does. Nothing tests your trust like waiting for God to move. Suddenly I was humbled to understand God had been working on my behalf all along. Suddenly I realized my timeline hadn’t allowed for God’s perfect plan to unfold. Suddenly the previous “no” felt like protection and provision. It was a denial, a wound, a very crushing blow.īut weeks later, I was offered a job 20 minutes closer to home and in the district my children would be attending. Hearing “no” from that principal was, in the moment, another rejection to my already tender spirit. Trust placed in him will never disappoint. The easy faith of my childhood was giving way to a faith tested in the flames, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there were days I thought I’d be consumed.īut now, years removed, this is what I’ve learned, and this is what I know. Continuing to trust in God’s goodness was a choice I had to make, and believing his ways would eventually bring good demanded that I look beyond the current pain. Those weeks waiting for a job in the middle of my divorce tested everything I said I believed. Waiting for his action means believing he’s on your side. Trusting God’s timing means trusting God himself. We look at human calendars and feel the pressure of human needs and are unable to remember God doesn’t work in human ways. I didn’t know that God was working in ways I couldn’t see.Īnd that’s usually how it works, isn’t it? We look with our human eyes at our human situations and determine the outcome the way we humans would design it. What do we do when God’s timing seems off? What do we believe when we have a pressing need but his answer is, “Not yet?” How can we believe that provision will come even when we see no signs? I was completely at the mercy of the God I professed to believe, and trusting that his timing would eventually bring provision was harder than I can explain. The despair and helplessness I felt that day sent me to my knees. I didn’t just feel it – the evidence was in my face. It felt that at every turn I wasn’t someone’s choice. I was rejected, again, and my heart was completely shattered. And to have nowhere to go next was debilitating. To know time was running out was terrifying. So to hear it wasn’t enough was devastating. I had prepared for this job interview, prayed for the right answers, and proven my determination to give the job my all. Each day was a test of my faith, each moment a lesson in hope. In my core, I knew he was in control, and I still believed he was good, but I didn’t understand how, and I couldn’t see why. I had learned what it meant to start life completely over, and I felt the burden of rebuilding what once felt unshakeable.Īnd for the first time, I knew how it felt to be at a complete loss with what God was doing in my life. The previous eight weeks had been the most excruciating of my life, filled with rejection at a level I had never experienced before. I managed to disconnect the call before I burst into tears. He kindly explained they had chosen a candidate with more experience, and he wished me luck in the future. Then he spoke the word “But,” and I knew I wasn’t their choice. The principal I had just spent time with spoke, thanking me for my interest in their teaching position. I picked up the phone and squeaked out a “Hello” through my quivering voice. I loved every minute of being home with them, but my impending divorce and new status as a single mother demanded a paying job. Years before, I had taught 7th grade English full-time, but when my children were born, I left work to mother them full-time. The illuminated screen showed the caller was the school district I had just interviewed with, so the news would be either very good or very bad.Įither they wanted me or they didn’t. My phone rang, and when I glanced at the caller, immediately my heart began to pound.
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