These days I seem to be waiting, waiting, waiting. It takes patience and faith, and I ask the Lord when. When will we no longer have to worry about being infected with a virus? When will the rebellion and riots cease? When will I get to see more of my family who live five states away? And if a catastrophe might fall upon the US, will we have enough food and water?
The other morning, I began reading chronologically through the Bible. The story of Noah and the arc showed up in one of the early chapters. The story reminded me of how Noah, his wife, his three sons, and their wives entered with arc with two of every animal. God was to destroy the world by a flood, and the arc was their safe haven.
Most of us know the story. How the floods came, how the arc settled on Mt. Ararat, how Noah sent the dove out to see if there was dry land. During the deluge, I’m sure he had no idea when life would return to normal or what would come next. He only waited to see what happened. But in all of it, he trusted God.
When I feel uncertain of my future, I tend to make plans and lists to get myself on track. Noah didn’t have that choice. He merely gathered his family together on the arc and waited to see what God would do next. The best part was he trusted God with his future.
“By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark for the saving of this household, by which he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.” Hebrews 11:7