Patience is Bitter, but the Fruit is Sweet.

Let me start by saying that patience is something I struggle with greatly.  I want to jump out of my skin when I’m waiting for an answer from someone, and when one of my children is dawdling over their breakfast, I can flip out pretty easily.  Impatience is a sin I have to confess in my prayers most often, and while God has really challenged and stretched me in this area, I still have plenty of room for improvement. 

I’m fairly certain that our culture creates and nurtures the impatient spirit.  Everything is at our fingertips — we get what we want, when we want it, which is often NOW.  We "politely honk" our horns if the person in front of us at a red light doesn’t advance promptly at the switch to green.  Letter writing is nearly obsolete because we can text or IM someone and get an immediate response.  Our lives are crammed with far too much activity, and we have not been diligent about ruthlessly eliminating "hurry" from our world.  Impatience is normal, and expected.

This psalm contradicts the expectation.  We cannot predict when and how God will answer, nor should we.  The Bible assures us that He answers, and we can trust this promise and pray in faith.  We don’t, however, have the option of paying a few extra bucks for express delivery.  He wants us to keep asking.

Persistent, patient prayer can be a difficult process.  It can, in fact, be downright excruciating.  While intercession for my friends and family can be a roller coaster of inconsistency, I have one or two "biggie" requests that have worn out my knees.  I have poured out my heart and tears to a God whom I know hears me and could intervene. 

I have yet to receive an answer.  Perhaps the silence is an answer in itself?  Could it mean, "wait?"  "Be strong and take heart and wait?"

A dear friend of mine is struggling with her marriage.  She and her husband have come to an impasse in their relationship, and communication has come to a screeching halt.  I know she has prayed (as have I).  But she feels like giving up and walking out.  I advised her to wait.  I begged her to hold on and keep trying.  I prayed that God would show her how to respect her husband and her husband how to love his wife.  I have no doubt that God’s will for their relationship is nothing short of healing and restoration.

Isn’t it interesting how God speaks to you as you give someone else counsel?  My words for her are ones that I should heed.  Even if she doesn’t see immediate changes in her marriage, won’t God surely comfort her, give her peace, and show her how to trust Him even more?  When patience is bitter for me to swallow, should I not remember the fruit that comes from asking, seeking, and spending time in the presence of my Maker…who knows and loves me best?