Wait for the Promise

Do you know that it was near 25 years before Abram & Sarai even conceived their promised son?! It was so long, in fact, that by the end of the biblical narrative we now know them as “Abraham” and “Sarah.” That’s a long time. Even one year can feel like an eternity to me when I’m waiting on something. But 25? I wish the moral of Abraham’s story was to change your name for a quick and easy activation of your destiny. But you and I know better than that. Otherwise I’d be in my car headed down to the courthouse right now–and you probably would too.

I was reading all of these passages today and they recaptured me. The story is tied through so much scripture that I gave you a link below so you can go back and re-digest them later on. As Christians we talk about the faithfulness of God, and we aspire to live our lives in an act of surrender to Him. But what if His Google calendar for 2012 looks a little bit different than ours? Or what if we never even get to see the calendar, and he just asks us to follow Him? Or beyond that, how will we react if we receive the promise and then He asks us to lay it back down (Genesis 22:2 [AMP])?? Like so many aspects of faith, these things are easier to talk about but can often be pretty tough to swallow. The truth is, we probably have no guarantee of the exact size or shape of our promised package–or a shipment tracking number–but it’s in the act of waiting that we learn something so important. Our hope is not in the promise. Our hope is in the one who gave it.