March 21

Psalm 119:145-176; Psalm 128; Psalm 129; Psalm 130; Exodus 7:8-24;
2 Corinthians 2:14—3:6
; Mark 10:1-16

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
And in his word I hope;
My soul waits for the Lord
More than those who watch for the morning,
More than those who watch for the morning. Psalm 130:5-6

I hate to wait. When I was a child, I hated waiting for Christmas or my birthday to arrive. As I grew up, I hated waiting for weekends when I could sleep late. I hated waiting for vacation time to arrive, or for overdue babies to make their appearance. I still hate waiting in traffic or waiting for morning, after lying awake for hours. But in this psalm, the author is not speaking of this trivial waiting. This is waiting for deliverance and for God’s assurance. The waiting makes the arrival all the better. I have seen this wait by our friends in Nzali. They wait for their rains to come, and their crops to grow, and to have food to survive, and they have faith that God will provide. They pray and their faith grows stronger, even if the wait becomes longer. They speak of God daily and in nearly every conversation. Their faith is absolute, and it is humbling. I need to follow their lead and be patiently expectant of God’s presence and his gifts.