I wish I could tell you I have the answer to the question posed by this post’s title.
Truth is, I have no idea what is right or when it’s right.
I’m writing, because I wish I knew.
The past few days, I’ve been thinking about:
– Moses striking the rock and water pouring forth.
– The Israelites going to Aaron, tired of waiting for Moses, and
fashioning golden calves to worship.
– Peter cutting off the Roman guard’s ear.
Weird and random, I know. And actually, the ear one just came to me now. It fits though.
You see – I’m at an impasse. I have been, multiple times, here in this “in-between”.
I wrote what seems like a lifetime ago of a celebration amidst a deep, twisted valley.
I got a break.
It was a breaking ray of light, shattering thickened, rolling clouds.
It was an answer to months of pleaded prayer.
It lasted for a short season. Four months. (I never updated that fact.) Yet I cannot deny the joy, relief and provision it provided. I am forever grateful for that time.
Before that celebration, I dreamed of the “one day”s that seemed so far in the distance.
I did find relief from such distress. It was two months later when the four great months of work came.
But the thing about seasons – they come around again and again.
The cyclical motion of everydays.
I reminisce because these are two examples, among many, where timing was pivotal.
In Exodus 31, the Word reveals Moses interacting with God Himself; at the end of their time together on the mountain, God gave Moses two tablets. These tablets of commandments’ sole purpose was to bring freedom and life to God’s people. God knew exactly what His chosen needed. And He knew when they needed it.
Except, in the beginning of Exodus 32, the direction shifts back to the valley. To a people who are always restless. Always in fear of the wrong thing. The Israelites had been delivered, redeemed, repaired from a broken life, fed, protected, and promised abundant future. But they got antsy.
Moses was up on a mountain. They couldn’t see what was happening. MUCH time had indeed passed. So they decided they knew of a better plan. “Making things happen on their own.” They went to Aaron, Moses’s brother, and asked him to help them build their own idols to depend on. Sadly, Aaron obliged. He too, got antsy. He lost his focus.
I encourage you to read more about that. Also, visit Numbers, chapter 20 to read up on Moses and the water from the rock. As well, Peter’s misguided zeal is recorded in John 18:1-11.
The reason I’ve been pondering these events lately, is because I do not want my impasse to be cause for me to prematurely act. I want to wait for the LORD, be courageous and wait.