Wait, I say, Wait on the Lord…
This morning, I’m still waiting on the Lord to fulfill my lifelong dream of being a published book author…Maybe I have not done enough or maybe it is just not my time as of April 24, 2010…(I believe it’s the latter…)
But I’m encouraged this morning because I know that I’m in God’s will, and I am trying to follow His plan for my life…I went to a writers conference in 2008 to get some encouragement from the Lord about this very same dream…I had been reminding the Lord of my desire to write Christian-themed books and the fact that I’m just a good writer anyway…(I think I once heard this sentiment in a commercial…”It ain’t braggin’, if you can do it.” And I can write…)
So anywho, I did hear from the Lord…although it was not the answer I wanted…His answer to me was “wait…” Literary agent Steve Laube read this poem during a session aptly titled, “Lose Wait the Write Way.” Below is the poem…
by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.”
“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.”
“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.”
“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.”
“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.”
“The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.”
“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.”
“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”
Okay, okay so I’m still waiting…and trying to figure what God wants me to do next – if anything – …Should I go to yet another writers conference? Should I query another agent? Should I network with more published authors? Should I hate on yet another writer who has managed to get published with miniscule effort? (y’all pray for me…) What are you waiting on God for today?
P.S. Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. Psalm 27:14