But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. Romans 8:24-25
My sweet niece was getting ready for school this morning in the room next to mine when I overheard her conversation with her mom. Quite frankly, being in the next room over was no privilege since her 5 year old demands were being made at the top of her lungs. I burst out into a sudden, unexpected and uncontrolled laugh and I quickly tried to douse my reaction. But, according to her, she was going to have pigtails this morning — no I mean – she was GOING TO HAVE PIGTAILS!! There were no options, no waiting, no “ifs”, “ands” or “buts” about it. She clearly did not wake on the patience side of the bed.
I’ve reflected on this moment all morning. I’ve thought how not so very different I am with God and my circumstances. I chart a way to get through the rough terrain of life and declare what I need, when I need it with no waiting expected. When we’re five years old, we thought we were the boss of everything. Funny how some things just never change. But, truth is, I know the Boss — and I’m not him! And so I wait.
I wait with anticipation, expectation and birth of a transformation unlike anything I’ve ever known. In Romans 8 it speaks of all creation waiting with eager expectation of God’s glory and similarly, I wait for my wings. But until then, something is happening.
As I wait in this holy darkness it almost feels like God is absent. Everything I’ve known of Him seems nowhere near. It’s quiet, it’s blindingly dark, it’s disorienting, it’s Mysterious. I search for the “lights” that I have become so accustomed to leading me and in this holy darkness those lights are not allowed. It’s a liquifying of the knowledge and reliance of my “creation” and the experience of the crumbling of who God is and the system that makes it work for me and my ego.
This place of darkness is not an evil place — it’s that place an inch beneath the soil where the seed waits to become all that God has designed it to be. It’s that place in a mother’s womb where life begins and is nurtured. It’s that place where God wanders and wonders and where His fingertips run along the seams of my heart. It’s that place, in the darkness of the tomb where God transformed!
For me it has been as though I’ve been walking with Him in this dense forest. It’s become so dense the light of the sun has been kept from the forest floor. What once was day has turned to an eery darkness. I want to panic, I want to run, but I have no idea where I am. I feel lost among the trees, but lost I am not. This darkness is part of God’s journey. It’s not even a detour, nor is it a wrong turn. It’s The Way and I’m on it! Hallelujah! There is no way I’ll find my way back alone and everything that I’ve ever trusted and leaned against is nowhere in this holy dark.
So, I let go and turn to the Boss to lead The Way. If I can only trust Him and truly let go all glory will be revealed. Too often I panic like many do when they find themselves in the pitch of darkness. I need to understand the need to surrender and journey through and make my way to the real light ahead.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God. Romans 8:18-21