Waiting

I keep having the same picture come to mind when I think of the phrase "waiting on the Lord." Head bowed, hands raised and palms up. There is a peace over it, and yet an active seeking after Him and waiting on Him to reveal or do or move. Active waiting.

I feel like I am sitting in a time of waiting. Waiting for what, only the Lord knows, but waiting.

I have to say that my waiting has not looked as peaceful as I just described, anytime I have had to wait for something. For me, it usually involves a lot of thrashing, wallowing, and general discontent.

Certainly not head bowed, but head held up, prideful, constantly looking for whatever "it" might be, feeling certain I'll spot it when it comes.

Definitely not hands raised...this implies a surrender, which I often do not have. Most often my arms would be folded tight against me, defiance and anger my coping mechanisms.

Never hands open, palm up...fists clenched tight, ready to fight anything and anyOne who is going to ruin whatever it is I think I should have, but don't. Hands open implies a worship that I certainly usually never seek to give.

But my usual posture is changing.

Am I getting it right all the time? Ha! Funny.

But the Lord is teaching me to wait. He teaches me to wait like He wants me to wait.

My head bowed in constant prayer. My arms lifted in surrender of my life, wants, and desires. My palms upturned, worshipping the One who has given all, and will continue to shower with undeserved blessings.

Only a kind, gentle Father can provoke such posture. One who has proven Himself over and over, and when I yell "Prove it!", He does it again.

I wait for the Lord,

My soul waits,

and in His word I hope;

My soul waits for the Lord 

More than the watchmen for the morning

More than the watchmen for the morning.

Psalm 130:5-6