Spots of pots

I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” “Our soul waits for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his holy name. Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us, even as we hope in you.” “I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning.” Psalm 27:13-14; 33:20-22; 130:5-6

Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.” “They who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.” Isaiah 30:18; 40:30; Lamentations 3:25 

The air was humid, the green water fluid with a misty sky this morning, the liquid surface spotted with buoys that held pots beneath. Pots that hung, waiting for crabs to come. Waiting over hours, waiting through tides, waiting to be pulled up and harvested of their bounty. Waiting.


So much is learned as we lean on God’s strength, look for His goodness, take courage and gladness in our waiting. By His grace we persevere. Our trust is deepened, our hope is inspired, our expectancy builds, our faith matures.

What pots spot my mind’s landscape? Where do nagging ‘unresolveds’ punctuate my life hum and disrupt my peace? Do I perceive all as calm and well in control, and plod on, thankful in all things– except for these annoying places God is asking me to wait? Do I allow myself to agitate and unsettle in the midst of spots, or accept them as reminders to delight in active, trusting, expectant waiting?

“Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side;
bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
leave to your God to order and provide;
in ev’ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: your best, your heav’nly Friend
through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: your God will undertake
to guide the future as he has the past.
Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
his voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.”  ~Kathrina von Schlegel (1865)

Our Lord may set us on the deeps, isolated, waiting, waiting, through moments and days, even seasons. Fog of confusion, curiosity at His silence, ‘no catch’ might prevail, yet still He orders that we wait. Longings go unanswered, dreams are unfilled, conditions worsen, distances grow farther rather than our hoped-for closer, but we wait. And all the while He rules. He presides over the long hours of our waiting, and prepares His treasures for His perfect time.

Lord, teach me patience in the waiting spots of life. With You is always joy and hope.

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