When God says to wait.

Wait.

It’s a word at the top of my, “I don’t like hearing,” list.

It’s a word that’s hard to hear under regular circumstances, and even more so when it prohibits meeting a need.

I mean, we tell our kids to wait multiple times a day for one reason or another.

But, not usually in regard to a legitimate need.

Yet, here we are, grown adults, with a need, and still told to wait.

You see, Brent has been searching for a job for over a year.

And after months and months of no call backs from multiple companies, he finally had an opportunity for a phone interview.

We were beyond excited to have some movement in that area.

While he was prepping for his interview, you know, changing out of pajamas, I was completing my Bible study.

This particular study was on the Old Testament, specifically looking at Abram and Sarai and their life of waiting. (Genesis 16; 21)

And, as I was answering some discussion questions about the pursuit of their own plans instead of waiting on God’s plans, something happened.

God told me to wait.

I don’t mean I had this tug on my conscience, I mean an audible, “wait.”

It felt as if God was standing right in front of me, hands on my shoulders, looking directly in my eyes, and said, “wait.”

It was powerful.

So, I sat for a few minutes thinking about all the things “wait” would apply.

I gave serious contemplation to every possible decision on our docket, and the only one that had weight was Brent’s phone interview.

Which then created a different dilemma, sharing my experience with an expectation of him to say no – it felt like I would be telling him what to do.

I hate doing that.

I may be an enneagram 8, but telling my husband what to do wasn’t my thing.

But, the experience was so strong, I couldn’t ignore it.

When Brent finally came through the living room prior to beginning his to interview, I shared my experience.

“Babe, I really don’t want to tell you what to do, but I just felt God audibly tell me to wait.”

He just looked at me.

He knows this isn’t my style.

He responded, “You don’t ever tell me what to do. So, this carries a different weight.”

At this point, I’m slightly shaking.

I hate it.

I hated telling him to wait.

I hated telling us to wait.

The unknown of waiting.

Of saying no.

Here we are with an opportunity in front of us, providing a need (employment) and I was asking him to trust my gut and say no.

It was weighty.

It felt like we had the end of the rope and we had to let go.

And, we did.

We let go.

Some magical job didn’t appear the next day that was perfectly designed for him.

We’re actually still waiting.

Waiting on God’s timing.

Holding fast to His promises.

Because His timing is perfect.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

Romans 8:28