He Is Waiting

I had a stressful day, like so many of the days before. I sell real estate in an impoverished area and there seem to be many without housing who beg and want and need for a roof over their heads. The market has crashed, the recession has hit and it seems we are in desperate times.

“Do you have anything at all? Anything to rent or to buy with owner financing? How about rent to own,” customers have asked, day after day.

“The things I have available right now with owner financing are not inhabitable.”

“That’s okay, just a roof over our head,” answered one young couple with four young boys standing at their feet.

After many calls to people I knew with property, it was always the same answers No we just want out from under the payment. We don’t want to bother with rentals. “I’m not a mortgage company”, one wealthy man exclaimed. “Blah, blah, blah.”

I left the office wondering if I was making a difference in this job. Was I cut out for the sadness and the stress? As I slid low in the seat of my car and stared out through the cracked windshield, I dialed my home number to tell my husband I was on my way home.

Driving slowly, I prayed for all those in need of housing, jobs and food. I prayed for our nation’s leaders to make the right decisions and for individuals to make good choices. I thanked God for my own home, for food to prepare for my supper; for running water and for indoor plumbing.

I prayed for those who could help and didn’t. By the time I was half-way home, I was asking God how all the needs of everyone could be met. I was pleading with him and nearly in tears. “What is the answer?”

The nine mile trip home was coming to an end and I started down our gravel driveway. There at the end of the drive my husband stood patiently waiting. He hugged me when I got out of the car and helped me into the house.

Hitting my knees and putting my face to the ground, I realized, He is waiting. God is waiting. He knows our destitution and understands our loss. He has experienced loss, too, but he has continued allowing the sun to rise and set, the grass to grow, the earth to spin. He works His wonders everyday.

As I knelt on the ground, a sparrow flitted to land among the herbs planted in a pot which was sitting on a rustic chair. The popular Bible verse from Mathew 6:26-27 came to me, “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”

These are hard times, but God understands hard times. How comforting to know that we are truly not alone and that God does empathize. As I struggled to stand, I smiled at my foolishness. He is waiting for each of us and we are valuable to Him.