It has been 10,530 days since I met my husband. It has been almost 8,000 days since we said, “I do.” In the days that have followed, we have lived in multiple states, twice as many houses, and laughed and cried together at least a half a million times, including this morning’s laughter. There are few memories in my life that are not somehow connected to him. There are few stories I could tell that he could not finish, either because he was there when it happened or because he has heard them before.
Psalm 27:14 says, Wait for the LORD, be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.
I have hung onto this verse for nearly as many days as I have known my hubby. I knew as a young believer that God had better plans for me than I did. Better purposes for me, better paths to take, precious people to meet, if I only would wait for His perfect timing and not try to rush it on my own power.
He was right of course.
By waiting for His timing, instead of pushing a relationship that would have been doomed, I married my best friend. By waiting to marry my best friend, I was healthier emotionally than when I thought I was going to marry the red-headed Texan.
By waiting, I had learned the subtle changes in my husband’s tone of voice and could discern his sadness when we were announced our engagement and not everyone thought it was a good idea.
By waiting, we were blessed with our two sons who have become amazing young men.
Waiting for the LORD to guide us allowed us to learn how to shed the selfishness we each battled in our own ways. God was faithful to us while He waited for us to die to ourselves.
In the years since we married my hubby and I have faced financial trouble, loss of employment, loss of a house, loss of friendships, the passing of family members, infidelity, restoration and healing. In our society any one of these things would have been enough to choose divorce. We chose to wait on the LORD and He helped us heal and go forward together. Stronger in our commitment to each other and in our faith.
We’ve waited for each other as we’ve sought counseling individually for the broken places to be healed. We’ve waited for each other to see the other one’s point of view. We’ve chosen to serve the other when the pain of loss or our brokenness has brought us to our knees.
Each time we’ve chosen to wait and lean into God we’ve been encouraged and we’ve grown in our faith and in our marriage.
The number of times we have cried out to God for direction and wisdom, for help and for healing is a number I could not even begin to count. If I had to count the number of times God has blessed us in these years together, it would be well into the thousands.
Best Beloved, how many times have you tried to push ahead of God? How many times have you seen the hand of God moving in your life and giving you clear direction for your next steps? Dear Ones, I do not ask these questions to scold. I ask as point of reflection. Maybe it’s time to stop pushing and instead allow yourself to be led. He will only lead you when it is time to go, when it is time to move. He knows the path you are to take and when it will be time to be still.
I love you, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer, my God is my rock, in Him I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the LORD, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. ~Psalm 18: 1-3.
May we all embrace the blessing of waiting on the LORD today and every day.