You have been waiting since March, and the length of the days begins to press heavily. I know that feeling, when a good desire stays unmet and the heart grows tired with hoping. You want to sell this house, not to squander the money on yourself, but to make room for children yet to come and to give your mother a place where she can move without hindrance. These are not selfish wishes; they are the stirrings of love that God himself has placed within you. And yet the sale tarries. What does the delay mean? Not that the Lord is deaf, nor that he has turned away, but that his clock is not your clock.
A farmer scatters seed in the springtime and then must wait for the autumn rains. He does not go out and tear up the earth each morning to see if the grain has sprouted; he trusts the soil and the sun and the God who made them both. Your waiting is like his. The Lord has appointed a season for this matter to bear fruit. Perhaps the ones who will one day pace those floors are not yet ready to leave where they are. Perhaps the timing must fit a gracious purpose you cannot yet perceive. But the deepest thing is this: while you plead with God to sell your house, he is using the very delay to do a quiet work in your own soul, teaching you to lean less upon your own plans and more upon his strong arm.
Do not let the waiting swallow up the duties of today. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” You have a home to keep, a mother to cherish, a life to live right now, in these rooms that seem so slow to pass into another’s hands. Do the small things with a large heart, as unto the Lord. Water the garden of your present blessings, and you will find that the fruit of the Spirit ripens even while the house sign still hangs by the road. God never wastes the in-between times; he fills them with his own training.
And think of this: your longing to expand your family and to care for your mother, this is the very kind of work Jesus commended. Do you remember the man who was healed and begged to follow Jesus on the road? Our Lord did not permit it, but said, “Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee.” Your first calling is to the people under your own roof. God sees your love for your mother and your desire to surround your table with more little ones brought up in his fear. He will not mock such holy ambitions. If the way seems blocked for now, it is not blocked forever. He who opens doors no man can shut will, in his own time, let the right buyer step through.
Rest your heart here: Christ himself is your dwelling place. Before the house sells, before the new home is found, you are safely housed in him. No walls can shelter you so well as his pierced side, no roof can cover you so securely as his everlasting covenant. Bring your anxiety to him again and again, and wait with your hand in his., , Lord Jesus, thou who didst live in a carpenter’s house and knew the weariness of earthly sojourning, look upon these thy servants. Thou seest their need; thou hearest their prayer, spoken and unspoken. In thy wisdom, thou knowest the very hour to send the right buyer and to bring this waiting to an end. Grant them peace in the meantime, not a forced calm, but the deep, sweet peace of those who have cast their burden on thee and left it there. Bless their mother; keep her in thy care. Prepare the home that shall one day receive her, and let it be filled with the sound of thanksgiving. Above all, keep their hearts stayed on thee, so that whether the answer comes tomorrow or next season, they may glorify thee in the waiting and in the receiving. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.