Updated: Apr 28, 2020
I'm a knitter. I don't have the kind of time I would like to spend knitting, but I really love it, and it's not because I have become an old lady. My dear mother taught me to knit when I was only 5 and I never stopped. Many things in my life have taught me to wait well; some people in my life have taught me to wait well, whether intentionally or not. Knitting has taught me to wait and that the outcome will be worth the wait. When I knit, it's almost always a gift for someone else. While I turn countless balls of yarn into whatever creation I have imagined, I pray for the recipient. I redeem the time it takes. I wait.
One of my favorite passages in the whole Bible is the story of Lazarus and his sisters.
Part of the passage from John 11:5-6: So although Jesus loved Martha, Mary, and Lazarus, he stayed where he was for the next two days.
The man's sisters had sent for Jesus, they were his close friends and they implored him to come back to Bethany and heal their brother. They knew that if he would just come and do as they asked, all would be well. But when Jesus received word of their desperate plea, he stayed where he was two more days. You see, what Jesus had for them, and for the people whom their lives touched, was far greater than getting up, well from a sick bed. Jesus was going to bring Lazarus, a man 4 days dead, walking out of his tomb alive again!
Have you ever prayed desperately for something? For more than a day; more than a month; more than a year, a decade... a lifetime?
What Jesus had planned for Lazarus was far better than anything his sisters could have imagined. When they prayed for Jesus to come, (and pray is just an ancient word for ask), he did it in his time, but for their good, and God's glory.
I have had those things in my life for which I have prayed in desperation; for weeks, months and years... for more than 30 years. Countless times, I have seen God move, sometimes in ways I expected, but most of the time in ways that I never dreamed.
I was Lazarus. I didn't need to be raised up off a sick bed, fever gone, illness crushed, but completely unchanged. I needed to be put in the grave. I needed to die. The things I thought just needed healing needed to be done in, crushed, exterminated. He allowed me to go down into the depths, but the life he gave me when I came walking out again, bright sun blinding my eyes, was like nothing I ever could have imagined, It was all done in His time, for my good and His glory.
I am in one of those times of desperate prayer right now; one of those times when sleep eludes and prayer abounds. You know, it's one of those times when you can only talk to Jesus about what is weighing heavy because it's not time yet, and you can't talk about it. Jesus hasn't returned to Bethany yet. I have learned to wait, but when you love people, and life happens, sleep eludes and prayer abounds.
It is during a time like this that I lean on the faith building power of my life raised from the pit. I know He will come, and it will be worth the wait.
Remember, Jesus Loves You -- No Matter What.