This is a post from my archives - March 2009 to be exact. It is one of my most-read posts. I know many of you have waited far longer than the 24 months I reference in this post, but regardless of the length of your wait, the question "Has God forgotten me?" is one we all ask ourselves during waiting periods of our lives.
Words on waiting: Has God forgotten you?
My husband and I are waiting to hear about some potential changes to his job and future career. There is a lot happening - or that could be happening soon - and it's the 'not knowing' that is the hardest!
Not too long ago a friend e-mailed me and she said that she felt like God had forgotten her. Oh, do I know how she feels! For a long time I felt like God was silent to my pleas and had forgotten about my desires and dreams.
Have you been there? Are you there now? When everyone else gets the blessing you long for...
They get the job while you or your spouse wait for the call.
They get the new home while yours sits on the market waiting for a buyer.
They get a spouse while you journey into a new year of waiting for someone to share your heart, life and dreams with.
They get the baby while you long for a little one to fill your arms and your home.
They get a raise while you work long hours with little recognition.
Where is God?
Has He forgotten?
I love this quote by Chuck Swindoll: “God never forgets anything He promises. That’s right…never. God’s agenda continues to unfold right on schedule, even when there is not a shred of evidence that He remembers. Even when the most extreme events transpire and “life just doesn’t seem fair,” God is there, carrying out His providential plan exactly as He pre-arranged it. He keeps His word.”
Sometimes God's timing seems delayed. Sometimes it seems God has forgotten.
But rest assured dear friends - He has not forgotten. The same God who knit you together, is with you today. Waiting. Watching. Letting His plan unfold one day at a time. While we want to know the entire picture, we want to know the ending, that is not for us to know today.
If we knew the ending of our story, if we knew when our waiting season would conclude, or our suffering would be over, we wouldn't be forced to kneel before the throne and pour out our hearts to God. We wouldn't be forced to desire the Lord above all else.
While my miscarriages were very difficult to endure, it was two years of waiting with no conception that was, by far, the most difficult for me. I begged God. I wept. I claimed His Word and prayed it fervently. And yet, still we waited. I felt no peace about proceeding with adoption or fertility treatment. I only felt that I was being called to wait. For 24 grueling months we waited on the Lord for direction as to what our next steps should be.
Yet it was in those 24 months that I grew more than I ever have before. I was stretched. I was refined. I was challenged in my faith. I saw others around me get the dream that I longed for and it forced me to go to the One who was the giver of dreams.
It would have been so easy to run ahead and pursue an end to my waiting...but then I would have missed out on the most incredible miracle I've ever experienced.
My favorite poem - one that has spoke to my heart in ways no other poem ever has - is called Wait. For years I clung to this poem, the truth it spoke and the hope it brought me. You can read the poem online here. The words strive to demonstrate the depth of God's heart and his longing for us to know him better.
I do believe with all my heart the greatest of gifts is to truly know God. And there is no time better to do that than when we are waiting...