Be patient, therefore, friends, until the coming of the Beloved.
The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth,
being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains.
I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer,
believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
Remember this: the Israelites celebrated Passover before they left Egypt.
The Psalms praise God for mercy before it is granted.
Faith is the paradox of the future perfect tense:
God’s will shall have been done.
The future is packaged into the present.
Therefore, beloved, be patient with what you long for.
God is with you even when you don’t know,
working even when you can’t see.
Present in a way that is unfolding.
Remember this when night is thick,
when prayer is empty, or faith is dry.
nothing happening, like winter,
its invisible seeds and roots.
God is here.
God is not “coming.”
It is I who am sinking deeper toward God.