It could be any time. We don’t know when, but we know it can’t be long. So we wait.
Her room is ready. The baby things washed and arranged, and we wait with uncontainable joy to finally see this little face we’ve all tried to imagine. We’ve dreamed of her, prayed for her, and we love her already, almost more than our hearts can bear.
This child, she will come. She must. And we will hold in our hands a wonder. One made in the image of two. One made in the image of nations. Those tiny fists, clenched around a history, they hold the hand of the Macedonian great grandfather, the Puerto Rican great grandmother, and countless other ancestors from around the globe. When we hold her tiny perfection, we will hold the whole world in our hands.
We wait with eager patience. We wait in sober prayer. Because we know that, between the waiting and the holding close, there’s the laboring to bring forth — the pain a woman willingly enters for the joy set before her. All her energy, all her longing, all of her being consumed in this one goal. New life.
As I think of Sarah’s labor, I lean into God’s mercy for His help and grace, and in all this waiting, I remember.
Another room has been prepared.
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.”
I remember another labor and another coming, every bit as certain.
“And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not alarmed, for this must take place, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are but the beginning of the birth pains.”
With every passing day, the belly swells. We don’t know when, but the day is coming when the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings. All things will be made right. All things redeemed.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God . . . For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies . . . But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
Jesus is coming again, and the whole creation groans, waiting with eager longing to taste redemption. We don’t know when, but we know it must be. The seed has been planted and a promise made that can’t be broken. And I search this heart of mine that explodes with love for a child I’ve not yet seen. Do I wait for Him with the same hilarious joy? Do I count the days, watching, longing for the Father to scoop us up, to hold the whole world in His hands, to gaze into our eyes and to finally see in sons from every nation His own image reflected back in perfection?
Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.
Jesus is coming again. I believe this.
How then should I live?
Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.
He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming soon.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
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From of old no one has heard or perceived by the ear, no eye has seen a God besides you, who acts for those who wait for him.
By His grace, I will live waiting.
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