Waiting creates an ache. But there are degrees to that ache, a spectrum of patience required. Waiting for the barista to call your name and announce your drink is far different from waiting for the doctor to call with the test results. Waiting to go into labor is far different from waiting to see the face of the baby who died before she was born. Waiting for relatives to arrive for Christmas break is far different from waiting to see someone who has died, someone who is gone from this earth forever. There are some waits that don’t end on this side of heaven, and we must be patient with ourselves—and with others—who are waiting for something this world cannot provide. Don’t try to fix it. Just be with them.
I think the verses in Job 19 are some of the most important in the entire book. Job is taking the heat from Satan and the unwarranted advice from his friends.
Job says:
Oh, that my words could be recorded.
Oh, that they could be inscribed on a monument,
carved with an iron chisel and filled with lead,
engraved forever in the rock.But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives,
and he will stand upon the earth at last.
And after my body has decayed,
yet in my body I will see God










