The verb WAIT makes me laugh. A verb denotes action. If I truly wait I am not going to move or act until something happens. Honestly, this rarely happens. I end up fidgeting, complaining, coming up with another idea, giving up, settling for something less, moving, getting discouraged, becoming fearful or even angry. I was stumped by Isaiah 40:31 until I heard Lou say that he was making spaghetti and meatballs!

Last Friday Lou called my parents to invite them over for spaghetti and meatballs after church on Sunday. Instantly my mouth started to water! I was so excited! However, it was only Friday, I would have to wait! Gladly!

I was not going to have to wait for spaghetti and meatballs. I was waiting on Lou to make HIS Spaghetti and Meatballs. I was excited, hopeful, eager, watching, anticipating, and didn't try to help him. I was exceedingly confident in what HE was going to do. For the first time I understood Isaiah 40:31.

When I wait on the Lord I can be renewed, strengthened, run and soar. The key is WHO I am waiting on NOT WHAT. Spaghetti and meatballs are good but when Lou makes them they are epic. I know this because I know Lou. I know that whatever HE makes I will love it. Likewise, when I wait on the Lord the focus needs to be WHO He is then I will be excited to wait for the WHAT He is going to do! God wants me to me to WAIT on Him like I wait for Lou's spaghetti and meatballs!

Isaiah 40:12-31 The Message

The Creator of All You Can See or Imagine

Who has scooped up the ocean in his two hands, or measured the sky between his thumb and little finger,

Who has put all the earth’s dirt in one of his baskets, weighed each mountain and hill?

Who could ever have told God what to do or taught him his business

What expert would he have gone to for advice, what school would he attend to learn justice? What god do you suppose might have taught him what he knows, showed him how things work? Why, the nations are but a drop in a bucket, a mere smudge on a window. Watch him sweep up the islands like so much dust off the floor!

There aren’t enough trees in Lebanon nor enough animals in those vast forests to furnish adequate fuel and offerings for his worship.

All the nations add up to simply nothing before him-less than nothing is more like it. A minus. So who even comes close to being like God? To whom or what can you compare him? Some no-god idol? Ridiculous! It’s made in a workshop, cast in bronze, Given a thin veneer of gold, and draped with silver filigree. Or, perhaps someone will select a fine wood—olive wood, say—that won’t rot, Then hire a woodcarver to make a no-god, giving special care to its base so it won’t tip over! Have you not been paying attention? Have you not been listening? Haven’t you heard these stories all your life?

Don’t you understand the foundation of all things? God sits high above the round ball of earth.

The people look like mere ants. He stretches out the skies like a canvas—yes, like a tent canvas to live under. He ignores what all the princes say and do. The rulers of the earth count for nothing. Princes and rulers don’t amount to much. Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted, They shrivel when God blows on them. Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind.

“So—who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?” says The Holy. Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name, so magnificent! so powerful! and never overlooks a, single one?

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying, “God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”? Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles. They run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.

How Great is Our God by Chris Tomlin