Waiting is hard. Waiting in surrender is even harder. Waiting in surrender and long-suffering is hardest.
But yet, waiting is to not be wasted. In this season of waiting, I’ve found much comfort knowing that He doesn’t waste anything.
I’ve also found encouragement from other men and women in the past. Such great witnesses. Reading their biographies, one is certainly invited into their seemingly-unending-waiting days. The pages and pages that are full of waiting are but a glimpse of the real wrestling, asking, inquiring, crying, complaining, and praying that the men and women encountered everyday, every hour, every moment. The yielding that is so easily read on one page and turned to the next page undermines their absolute weight of waiting: in long-suffering, in surrender.
Both painful and precious. But never pitiful.
“So it was with our little kernel of possibility. So small, but buried. And I asked God to water it, there in its darkness, and transform the dead thing into fruit. What fruit will He bring forth? If only it could be that from so small a seed He might create the fruits of the Spirit in me, even just the beginning of learning of them: love, joy, peace, long-suffering, genteleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.” -Elliot
Refinement is costly. But refinement in becoming more Christ-like: all the more, yes and more.