Desert Journey – Day 29

Waiting for inspiration is like waiting for water to boil or watching paint dry. One waits expectantly for an outcome which arrives at its leisure. This morning, I wait to hear what direction Jesus and I will take, and I wait…

No one likes to wait. I want what I want, when I want it, truth be told. I don’t think I have ever heard anyone utter the words, “I like waiting!” It’s as if our very nature and waiting, stand in opposition, yet everything encompasses waiting. Funny how that is, no one escapes it.

Jesus and I continue our desert trek. I contemplate the end of this walk. For me, it seems to have a simple meaning, exiting the desert, the completion of Lent. For Jesus, his walk to Calvary draws near. A realization sets in; the exit will be more difficult than I originally thought.

Jesus, how did you cope with what you would face? There was no other way, he said. The conviction with which he speaks those words penetrates my heart. He would do anything for me, for you. The mood feels heavy. I am reminded of the crushing weight of sin Jesus bore on the cross for our sake. I cannot even fathom what his heart experienced. The comforter in me wants to comfort Jesus. I don’t believe I have ever thought about comforting Jesus.

I want to say I am sorry for what you will endure, but that sounds so trite. Instead, I tell him I love him. Waiting with Jesus feels different now.

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