And with Lindsay for Messy Mondays.
We placed the gifts under the tree and stepped into the celebration. There were years of trying, innumerable procedures, tears, prayers and finally resignation. I remember asking God, “Why?”and hurting for my friend for the ache of the empty.
Prayers aren’t always answered this way, and waiting is not always so richly rewarded, but when we met for coffee that day and she glowed as she told us: God has truly worked a miracle…I laughed out loud with the joy of it all and marveled at the generosity of our good God: silent for so many years, yet, ever present in the midst—waiting for just the right time. The waiting, pale and withered, was given new meaning.
God was silent for over 400 years before the angel Gabriel appeared to Zechariah and then to Mary. How the people must have despaired. How they must have ached with the empty. Who could have known? Who could ever guess that He would come so soft and small and helpless? The One who gave the waiting new meaning left his heavenly throne and stepped down among us as the desire of a mother’s heart.
For there is nothing so sweet as waiting for a baby.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.