With the upcoming release of her brand new book, Who’s Picking Me Up From the Airport? (you can pre-order here), I wanted to repost Cindy’s piece on waiting.
I read Cindy’s book in one sitting — it is hilarious — full of sass, wit, and biblical insight. It is a must-read and a must-share!
AND…I will give a free copy of Who’s Picking Me Up From the Airport? to the person who has the most shares, tweets, likes, etc.
Johnson covers everything from Scars from Adult Dating to What Not To Say To Your Single Friends. In one of my favorite chapters, Jesus, There Are No Men, Cindy shares a list of some of the exact moments when she and her friends knew it just wasn’t going to work out with a guy, including: he had jewels on his jeans, he had a girl best friend, he introduced me as his “sister in Christ,” and he still shared a bedroom with his sister. (Yeah that’s a bad one.)
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“One of my favorite Christmas decorations is the Advent Calendar. Growing up, our family had one shaped like a chimney with a Santa on top. Each “brick” had candy in it and my brothers and I would rush home from school and wait for my mom to give the green light.
Advent, from the Latin word adventus, means “coming” and it refers to a time of expectant waiting and preparation for the birth of Christ. I guess those tiny chocolates were meant to help us wait out the time before the big day.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about waiting. Everyone I know is waiting for something: a vacation, a baby, a test result, a job, a relationship, recovery, forgiveness. It’s hard to wait. It’s even harder to wait expectantly and prepare for something you’ve never seen work out. As grown-ups, there is no countdown. No guaranteed outcome. No candy to help along the way.
There’s just waiting.
My wise and thoughtful friend Crissy and I met up for coffee a few weeks ago and we talked about this waiting business. We both agreed it can be painful, annoying, and frustrating at times. (Ok, mostly I was saying that. She’s a better person in general) Crissy, knows a bit about waiting, specifically waiting to meet a husband.
She told me that when she turned 35, she started looking at waiting differently when she noticed that waiting is, and always has been, a part of God’s people. It’s who we are. We have always been waiting for something: delivery from Egypt, the Promised Land, the Messiah, the return of Christ. Crissy said she believed God was actually interested in making her good at waiting. That realization helped her learn how to wait with hope, expectant of God’s goodness in her life.
I admitted to her that sometimes I hate hope. Hope gets your hopes up. When it doesn’t work out, you have a fall that you wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t hoped in the first place. Maybe it’s better to just take what comes?
Crissy just smiled and said that reminded her of a verse from Zechariah:
‘Return to your fortress, O prisoners of hope;
even now I announce that I willâ€¨ restore twice as much to you.’ Zechariah 9:12
What a strange phrase, “Prisoners of hope.â€ I take it to mean that when we follow Jesus, there comes a point when we can’t get away from hoping in Him. Even if I wanted to stop hoping, I couldn’t completely because I know Jesus and I know Him to be very reliable. It’s too late. I can’t stop hoping. I’ve experienced too much of His kindness to deny that He has my best in mind, whether it feels that way or not. Deep down, I expect Him to come through in the way that He sees is right. I’m hope’s prisoner.
Whatever you are waiting for this year, I pray you are a fellow prisoner of hope, waiting expectantly on the God who never fails and is always good. There’s no countdown per say, and no guarantee we will get exactly what we want in the end. We do know God will show up in the right way at the right time. Remember that waiting is part of who we are and God can use this time to make us better waiters.
Lord knows I need the practice….
‘Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.’ Psalm 31:24″