Sometimes waiting is hard. It just is. But it’s a lot harder when we focus on what’s not there rather than the beauty that is. Take this little branch for instance. It’s there.. Dormant. Sturdy. Barren. Little buds are just starting to form. And pretty soon, it will be covered with leaves and the branches will be barely visible for all of the growth of the leaves. But it will still be there…it will be the foundation that’s been there all along, the structure on which the delicate blooms sprout.
Maybe one of the sweet benefits of waiting for what is to come, is just being aware of what is…and seeing things as they are. Because sometimes the greatest foundations, the ‘bare bones’ of the structure of our lives are only recognized when all of the fluff and growth and answered prayer isn’t there…yet. Sometimes waiting in the barrenness of winter is such a good thing. Gratitude grows in the waiting. It grows in the winters of our lives because it has to search, to dig deep, to see and be thankful for what is…and still hope for what will be.
“But as for me, I will look to the LORD;
I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.”