June is unbearably long. The sun is up from the moment my alarm goes off, the heat bears down by midmorning, and I am impatient for a taste of respite. The days stretch on and on and on and by the time 3 o’clock rolls around and I’m jonesing for another cup of coffee, I wonder if it will ever end. I try to make dinner without using the oven because that only makes things worse and at bedtime, I spend several minutes trying to find that delicate balance between dying of heatstroke if I’m under the sheet and hypothermia if I’m not. The winning combination is heatstroke with a frozen right foot. A few short hours later, the sun rises and the oppression of the heat begins again. But as any true Michigander can tell you, Summer ends and Winter arrives right on schedule.
But Summer isn’t the only season I am waiting for the end of.
Between infertility, pain, and deployments, the heat of life bears down. I am wandering through the desert like Abram and Sarai, waiting for the land that God will show me. I know He has promised goodness but that plan is pulling me far out of my comfort zone into uncharted territory. There isn’t a step in my past where I have been left stranded. I know all of this in my head but, also like Abram and Sarai, my heart is aching for the fruit of God’s promise.
Because out here, the wilderness stretches on and on and I have no idea where the end is. I could be a few steps away or I could be wandering for several more years. It is overwhelming to not know when or where I’m supposed to put my roots down and it might be the uncertainty that gets me most of all. But if I wasn’t uncertain, would I have to trust in God?
If my heart was always so sure that my feet would land exactly where I desired and that my steps would follow all of my carefully established plans, would I ever had a need to trust? The trust is only activated when there is a need. And there is only a need when things aren’t going my way. If God’s plan was Bailey’s plan, He probably wouldn’t be a very good god.
Pressing on when our hearts are being burned is the only way forward through the heat. So we must recall the promises of God and keeping walking even when we can’t see the future.
To my impatient heart, and to your impatient heart, His promises still remain true. As true as the promise of a child was to a barren, old woman who gave birth. Even after she had doubted and tried to force her own plan, God was still faithful to her and to Abram and to His promise.
Recall His goodness and remember His faithfulness in your life and in others. During these mundane, ordinary days, we must press into who He is. He is Jehovah-Jireh, the God who provides. The God who sent and sacrificed His own Son to atone for our sins will provide for us.
He is going to be faithful to His promises to you and the timing will be beautiful.
So don’t lose heart, friend. Because His promise is still true and His faithfulness remains, even when we falter. So we cannot grow weary. The summer will end and we will reap the harvest of His goodness.