Years ago, a set of railroad tracks ran east and west through the country acres we were living at the time, whose locomotive whistle called the little feet of boys and girls from the other end of the house down the runway of the hallway in screams of delight, dragging a kitchen chair to their window seat for the few short minutes this parade of train cars was passing through.
From the window view parade a child no doubt longs and wishes for a ride of adventure to the moon and back before their nap.
Adventures these little passengers have taken from those pages and chapters of books who’ve handed them their passports to experience the magic and wonder of the world at their fingertips.
From the window view, there’s a small child in me and probably each of us, waiting and standing in lines which seem to never move at times…
For stamps on our passport to summit our hopes; summit those dreams; summit the mountains to our answered prayers.
Until then, we find ourselves looking and waiting on God.
Waiting with a…
A constant look from the window view for our miracle…
A constant look from the window view for relief for our finances…
A look out the window view for our new direction…
A look out the window view for those things unspoken…
While God is not trapped nor bound by the boundaries of time, the calendar, the clock; we are encouraged to wait as He is a good father who keeps his promises forever.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
Psalm 27:14 NIV
…He keeps every promise forever.
Psalm 146:6 NLT
In our Bible we discover many also waited for the fulfillment of God’s promises in their lives.
Abraham waited twenty-five years for his son Isaac.
Abraham also waited four-hundred years for his land of inheritance.
And all those thousands of years we waited for the birth of our Lord Jesus beginning from the prophecy of Isaiah.
But yet, we wait by the window in hope as God keeps his promises forever.
God doesn’t forget the orphan child.
God remembers the widowed woman.
He’s aware of our existing lack…
He hears our silent cries at night…
He counts every fallen tear on our pillow.
He sees His children from the window view and blows them kisses…
Encouraging them to continue their adventures and experience the wonder of God’s promises through the pages of His Word at their fingertips.
While waiting well for their fulfillment from the window seat of their view.
Many of us have lost the ability to wait, myself included on occasion.
He is faithful.
Always remember that God hasn’t forgotten us with His silence.
