Several years ago, when I was traveling to Hawaii from Japan, I decided to save a few yen and go through Korea.
Bad choice. As we arrived in Korea, there was a fog, and the plane couldn’t land.
After circling for a while, we landed at the old Korean airport, and there we stayed for at least an hour, perhaps two or three.
And that entire time, I had to stay in my cramped economy class airplane seat, bored to tears.
Finally, we were able to take off and land at the new airport. Needless to say, I vowed never to go through Korea again.
I kind of wonder if that’s how Noah and his family felt in that ark.
We often talk about how it rained for 40 days and nights, but we don’t think very often about how long they actually stayed in the ark. Five months after the flood started, they finally land on dry ground.
Sort of, anyway. They landed on the top of a mountain. So the motion sickness part of their trip was over. But their cabin sickness part didn’t end for another 7 months.
Altogether, Noah and his family were in the ark for a year before God finally said, “Okay Noah, it’s okay to leave the ark.”
I can’t imagine having to do that. I mean it’s bad enough waiting five months on water. But then the boat actually lands on sort of solid ground, and you have to wait another 7 months after that.
Every day, you have to feed a ton of animals and deal with the manure. And that was the fun part of the day. The rest of the time, you’re just twiddling your thumbs waiting for the go-ahead to leave. Talk about going stir crazy.
How many times does God ask us to wait in our lives for his timing? And how do we react to it?
I remember wanting to go to Japan right after I finished college. But for whatever the reasons, the doors kept closing on me. I had to wait a full year before I could finally go.
But in that time, God gave me a job at a computer firm. Literally. I didn’t go searching for the job; it came to me. And God kept me there just long enough for me to know that it wasn’t the life for me.
If I had gone to Japan right away, I probably would’ve wondered what would’ve happened if I had actually done something with my major (management information systems). But by being forced to wait, now I know, and I have no regrets.
I remember waiting for the right woman to come into my life. I figured I’d get married sometime in my mid-twenties and ended up getting married in my mid-thirties instead.
But at the point when I had reached ultimate frustration, once again God provided and placed just the right woman into my life.
For the past several years, I’ve felt like I’m in somewhat of a holding pattern concerning my ministry. And it’s been a bit frustrating.
I still don’t know all that God holds for me. But I’m starting to feel God is moving again, and I know that whatever he has in store for me, it will have been worth the wait.
I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope. (Psalm 130:5, NIV)