Waiting

They were just waiting on the sun.

My lilies have been waiting to bloom—staying, seemingly in a state of perpetual green bud.

And for several days we’ve had clouds, rain and chilly temperatures.

Until today.

This morning the sky dawns clear—a perfect, crystal blue with so much potential. And my lilies’ buds are bulging, pinking and threatening to bloom.

Last night, at last count, the temperature was 58 degrees and dropping. This morning, perhaps it’s 60 degrees so far, and climbing. My lilies have never been happier. They are bursting with anticipation of opening to the sky and drinking in the sunshine.

I’m waiting on promises from God. See, to the lily, summertime means sunshine. They’ve been waiting for their promise. Today, it arrives. This weekend we celebrated Campmeeting, our church’s version of old fashioned tent meetings. And the messages which came through the preacher’s anointed to bring encouragement and words from the Lord were just what this Lily needed to hear. Breakthroughs are here. The promise is right at the door.

Sometimes it’s just one step that brings freedom.

Oh, I long for the moment the promise breaks clear because of the rich thanksgiving I know I’ll offer in the joy of receiving. But in the meantime, I’ll worship. Because when Jesus comes, the waiting is not merely bearable, but pleasurable. And I can have as much of Him as I want.

“For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.” 2 Corinthians 1:20

In Jesus all God’s promises are fulfilled. I’m just waiting on the Son.