Daniel Foster

Next Gen Pastor

Psalm 119:81-88

“I long for your salvation;

I put my hope in your word.

My eyes grow weary

looking for what you have promised;

I ask, “When will you comfort me?”

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke, I do not forget your statutes.

How many days must your servant wait?

When will you execute judgment on my persecutors?

The arrogant have dug pits for me;

they violate your instruction.

All your commands are true;

people persecute me with lies—help me!

They almost ended my life on earth,

but I did not abandon your precepts.

Give me life in accordance with your faithful love,

and I will obey the decree you have spoken.”

There is great encouragement to be had in remembering the promises of God, and basking in the joy of the fulfilled promise.  As I mentioned in the sermon a week and a half ago, this reality has been on my heart for a few months. It was the reason our camp theme was “He Won’t,” a line in the song Firm Foundation. God’s promises will not fail us. He has been a promise keeper since the beginning of time. 

But King David reminds us of another aspect of God’s promises. They are fulfilled on God’s timing, not ours. That line in verse 82 says it all.  “My eyes grow weary looking for what you have promised…”

The longer I am a father, the more I find myself making similar promises to the ones my dad made me. “We can throw the baseball when I get home from work” is a recent one. I remember counting down the SECONDS until my dad would get home so we could throw!  Kirsten tells me our boys do the same thing waiting for me. I remember the agony of waiting. 

Sometimes, we have to wait until we see the promise(s) of God fulfilled. We have to wait until we have clarity. We have to wait until we have a peace about our next move. We usually never like it. But it is part of the process – and necessary.