Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord…
Stillness does not come easy for me. I find myself in another season of waiting, this time for a phone call from my physician. My mind is full of jumbled thoughts. In the grips of apprehension escape to find time alone with the Lord becomes a priority.
Less than a quarter mile north of Roosevelt National Forest on Hwy 34 E lies a piece of real estate heaven called Dripping Springs Inn. Without question the entire Estes Park, CO, area is extraordinarily scenic. Yet something about this particular mountain retreat calls my heart to return again and again when solitude is beckoning.
Dripping Springs is a quaint collection of small cottages and a B & B snuggled up to the Big Thompson River. Arriving at the break of dawn, this place is as sleepy as I am.
I’ve been coming here for years and it has never appeared more inviting. Only a few short steps down a concrete stairway and I am immersed in woods. A small walking trail outlined by rocks on each side follows the river.
Fire pits encircled by outdoor chairs dot the landscape and my mind’s eye envisions last night’s guests warming themselves in the cool mountain evening as they swapped life stories. Small canopies will partner with ample aspen and prolific pine trees to offer shade in the afternoon. Further on down the trail a wheel barrow rests against an old shed.
Backing up to the river, a wooden platform with its tall, white wrought iron arch conjures up images of a blissful bride and groom exchanging vows.
At last my eyes land on my favorite spot in this idyllic hideaway…an oversized hammock dangling between two aspen. Over the years God has cradled me here as I penned numerous private thoughts, praying countless prayers for wisdom on various issues confounding my senses. Here, too Scripture has often come alive for me as I incline my ear to hear from the Lord.
I sprawl into the swaying paradise and begin to sing praises in competition with raucous waves . The Thompson is raging with waters higher than I have observed in 20 years. As the river races furiously downstream, mud and silt paint the surface a copper hue crowned with white foam. Swirling, crashing into boulders at a frantic pace, water bounces into the air and explodes like liquid fireworks. The sight brought laughter and feeble attempts to photograph the elusive spray.
I wondered audibly, “God, why is wisdom so often this elusive to me?” In the midst of the river’s thunderous roar I heard His silent reply, “Wisdom danced with me before waves were ever formed, before the foundations of earth were laid. Wisdom is mine to give and it’s plentiful but it is not for those who utter a casual request. Wisdom belongs to those who earnestly seek me.”
Recently I spoke to a group of single women about the necessity of waiting on God. Today I groan over how long I’ve gone without a purposeful retreat alone with my Lord, to quietly wait on Him, seek Him, and hear from Him.
The morning sun peeks down the canyon walls and smiles on my face as I read God’s Word,
“You make me glad by your deeds, oh Lord. I sing for joy at the work of your hands.” Psalm 92:4
“Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for JOY” Psalm 98:8
“Praise the Lord, O my soul, all my inmost being praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul and forget not his benefits. Who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” Psalm 103:1-5
Reaching into a folder for paper to jot down my thoughts I came across notes from my earlier talk to the singles… “my two least favorite words paired together? ‘Waiting patiently’. I’m not good at it, never have been.”
Jesus beckons me to wait on God. All through his earthly journey He exemplified the importance of withdrawing for time alone with the Father. Christ’s final act of obedience before his arrest leading to his crucifixion involved a time of waiting in the Garden. Friends had accompanied him but ultimately He waited alone while they slumbered. It was in the waiting, seeking, praying, that He mounted up strength to face his destiny at Calvary. To have approached the Cross without a time of waiting before God, would have meant to forgo the strength required to endure eminent suffering.
Christ’s example compels me. His invitation is not to be missed. He says, “Come to the Garden of waiting and find strength for whatever lies ahead.”
None of us know what tomorrow holds. If we have been a follower of Christ for any length of time we know that this path we walk is not always smooth. Yet in moments alone with Him, earnestly seeking, expectantly waiting, Christ re-emerges as the sole longing of our hearts. In the process, He speaks and our path supernaturally becomes level again.
“The path of the righteous is level. O upright one, you make the way of the righteous smooth. Yes Lord, walking in your ways, we wait for you. Your name and renown are the desires of our hearts. My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you.” Isaiah 26:8-9