“For when God made a promise to Abraham, since He had no one greater by whom to swear, He swore by Himself, saying, ‘Surely I will bless you and multiply you.’ And thus Abraham, having patiently endured, obtained the promise.” Hebrews 6:13-15 (RSV)
When Abraham was 75, God promised Abraham that He would make a great nation from Abraham’s descendants. He had no children when the promise was given, but Abraham believed God. Years later, still no children.
Sarah and Abraham decided to help God out with the promise; Abraham took Sarah’s servant, Hagar, and had a son by her, Ishmael. But Ishmael was not the son God would use to make a great nation for Himself.
Twenty-five years later, the promise came, Isaac. Clearly a miracle and not by their efforts.
In 2008, God told my husband and me that He would heal me of fibromyalgia. There is no cure for fibromyalgia, yet, we believed God for this healing.
We consumed books on how God heals. We prayed. We read all the Scriptures about healing and many more Scriptures on waiting on the Lord. We believed. No healing.
“How long, God? Did You really promise a healing?”
I tried new medications, juiced, and exercised. My efforts weren’t working; the doctors’ efforts weren’t working, In fact, I got worse and began to think that I needed to resign from my job.
Then, my prayers changed.
“I don’t care if You heal me, God. I just want more of YOU! Show me Your glory.”
We attended a healing service on Sunday, November 21, 2010, and God healed me of fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome.
I believed I would be healed two years before the Lord healed me. Why did I have to wait two years?
Jeremiah asked God, “how long?”
“If you have raced with men on foot, and they have wearied you, how will you compete with horses? And if in a safe land you fall down, how will you do in the jungle of the Jordan?” Jeremiah 12:5 (RSV)
God was building endurance, preparing His people for future challenges, much like preparing for a race.
As a Christ follower, I am being trained to run the race further. I am being trained to endure. That takes greater challenges.
I called the two years “waiting on the Lord,” and it was. But He was building me up for the race ahead. When I was ready for a longer and more arduous race, He healed me.
What promise are you waiting for? Patiently endure as you are prepared for the next race.
My prayer for you:
Gracious Father, bless this dear reader with faith in Your great and precious promises as you prepare Your beloved to receive the promise and begin a new race. Equip this believer with Your perfect wisdom, grace, peace, and joy, and this dear saint will give You the glory.