“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in His word I do hope.” (Psalm 130:5)
I know, beloved — it hurts, waiting with the weight of the world on your shoulders when confusion rattles your soul and hope seems so far away. It is the hardest thing, to keep holding on to hope moment after moment, day after day. You have kept fighting for hope, for weeks and months and years now and all the fighting has left you scarred, your wounded heart so weary and vulnerable. There is that silent question your soul sighs — is there purpose to this waiting, to this season that is so unbearably difficult?
This waiting, it takes courage and strength and some days, you are barely able to do it, barely able to keep hoping for yet another day. Us flawed and messy people, we keep breaking over having to wait and some days, our hearts are plain fractured and echoing loud with hurt. But us with the broken hearts, there is still purpose for us and for our hearts losing hope. The broken hearts will love harder than most do, reach out to those of us undeserving of love and this one, here — it is the will of God, that we love another through the pain and the depths of darkness.
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
Yet, you know this, beloved. This waiting, as hard as it is? It serves a purpose greater than what we can behold right now. It is working for something good, something great. Throughout the history of this world, we have always been waiting people: waiting for redemption, waiting for our Messiah, waiting for His Second Coming. It is so hard, to keep holding on to hope and trust that there is something great coming — we know this, that the waiting itself is beneficial for us, trying our faith and exercising our patience. As we keep offering our hurting hearts back to the Lord, we are trained in our submission to the Lord and our hearts are molded, made new. And when, finally, the answer or the blessing comes — it means so much more now.
So keep holding on to hope, beloved. It can be the hardest thing, the one that breaks our hearts the most. Trust that the answer will come, though it might not seem even possible right now. Hold on to hope through the sorrow of the night, trusting that God will come through at the dawn of the day. Let His Word be the source of your strength, patiently hoping and waiting still one more day.
God might make us wait now, but He will come through.