For such a time as this

This is a crucial time we all know.

We feel it. We sense it. We pray and God confirms it. We talk about it with one another and we are further convinced.

We look around the world and we see how desperate we are for answers. We need more food. We need lower gas prices. We need to know what nuclear radiation leaks mean. But mostly we need to know why and what for and what's next?

What's next?

So many of us in this generation have received a word or have a hunch or just instinctively know there is something great ahead. Something new. Something big.

However, we are shriveling up in the waiting. In the longing, we writhe.

It's like being 42 weeks pregnant with massive labor pains but no induction.

I want to give birth to it. I want it out of me. I want it's life to take form. The waiting is toxic. It invades my arteries, my veins. It pervades my sleep states.

Isaiah 49 describes this moment. This very moment.

"Before I was born the Lord called me; from my birth he has made mention of my name. He said to me, 'You are my servant, in whom I will display my splendor.'"

See, but then he says,

"But I said, 'I have labored to no purpose; I have spent my strength in vain for nothing.'"

Don't you feel like that some days, most days? I've been in school for an obscene amount of time. I've been talking about starting a clinic for six years.

"' Yet what is due me is in the Lord's hand, and my reward is with my God."'

That is the turning point. You see when he allows belief to overcome what he doesn't see, then God begins to speak. He speaks ever so loudly. The rest of that chapter God speaks.

So I wait on God. I worship Him in all circumstances. There is nothing else.