Friday, October 21, 2011

It has been about a month

Well, as I look at the date on my calendar I can say it has been a month since I left my home in Nebraska. I feel very much at home here now. I have been muddling through my studies and learning how to live in a house full of boys. I had a job interview this morning at a place called "White Stuff." You can look it up on-line, it is quite a quaint little shop. The interview went well, and now I wait. It reminds me of the profound children's book, 'Oh The Places You Will Go.' Dr.Seuss really knew stuff. There is a reason that beloved book has sold so many copies and it isn't just because people keep graduating from schools, although that doesn't hurt. It is because it is true:

"You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting."

While I am waiting to hear back about my potential job, that is not the only thing I find myself waiting on. Waiting for inspiration on the exegetical paper, waiting for my classes to pick up, waiting to see what travel plans for break will look like, waiting for the internet to start working again, waiting for the street sign to change, waiting for everyone back home to wake up at 2:00 in the afternoon here. I'm just waiting! These are however minor things to be waiting on. I consider myself to be a patient person but recently I feel as though I am waiting on God. If there is anything that makes me impatient it is waiting on God. It seems that sometimes we pray and we wonder very much if God got the message, much like sending an e-mail. I wish there was a confirmation code sent back whenever we pray, something to confirm that you have been heard. Sort of a "now serving..." notice. Just so you know where you fall in the line-up.

Thankfully there is such a confirmation code or rather a reassurance given from God that he sits in heaven with an ear bent down to hear our cries. God does hear, he promises, just as he heard his son's cries at the tomb of Lazarus, he hears all his children's cries: "Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me...."(John 11:41-42) The very one who calls the dead to life, and created the foundations of the earth bends down to hear our pathetic cries for mercy. What is more is our God does not label those cries as pathetic, he wants to hear our voice and our cries for mercy. He even calls us to call upon him! 

Psalm 50:15
Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify Me.”

While at times it feels as though we may wait longer than we like, it is a comfort to know a God who knows us, and hears us when we call out to him. Thanks be to God!