Are We There Yet? Playing the Waiting Game

6 PM, Dec 23rd, and our Christmas trip home to Dallas from Kansas City appeared in jeopardy. Snowflakes pelted our windshield and looked as if someone poured a gallon of white-out over the car. Dad gripped the steering wheel with matching white knuckles. “Turn on the radio,” he said to Mom, “What’s the weather report?”

Car on Snow-Covered RoadWe caught the tail-end of the announcer’s warning. “…white-out, folks. If you’re not out in this, don’t go. If you are, seek shelter, ‘cuz we can’t get to you.”

An hour later my parents, two brothers, sister, me and our German Shepherd huddled three to a double bed in a single- story motel outside of Wichita, Kansas. No TV and a thermostat that registered 60 degrees.

“Are we there yet?” I hollered from under the two crepe-thin blankets we found in a closet, sarcastically whining the refrain my parents heard from one of us kids every five to ten miles since we backed out of our driveway.

“No,” Mom answered, “But we will get there. Hush and go to sleep.” I marveled at her determination to press on and her confidence we would. No blizzard was going to stop her from seeing the family she missed since moving to Kansas City. As if reading the doubt in my voice, she reassured us, “It will stop. Until then, we’ll wait it out.”

I know of several friends and family who face personal blizzards this season. We all do at some point. Storms that stop forward progress to somewhere. Heavy snows or blinding rain that force us off the highway if we are to survive. Gales of wind that stop us in our tracks and compel us to wait, like it or not.

Waiting is too often the name of the game. Take King David, for instance. Samuel anointed David as God’s chosen king to lead the Israelite nation.

But, did the anointing make it so? Was he there yet? No.

David waited another 17 years after Samuel poured oil over his head. During that time, he suffered through King Saul’s anger and dodged his spears of jealousy. David hid in fields, holed up in caves, and lived in exile before he finally ascended to his rightful place on the throne.

How did David wait so long? He waited patiently. And expectantly, with confidence that God would make a way through the storms to his destination.

The next morning at the motel, we awoke to sunshine and a glare from the blanket of snow covering our car and countryside. We checked out of our overnight refuge, rolled back onto the highway, and pointed the car toward Dallas. Just as Mom expected, we continued our journey, albeit slowly over packed snow and ice.

Our eight-hour trip took twenty-four hours. Yet, at the end, Grandma and Grandpa’s waiting arms and warm kitchen filled with smells of ham, yams, and buttered rolls embraced us.

Are we there yet? Perhaps not. But, because of God’s faithfulness, we will get there.

I waited patiently for the Lord; And He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. (Psalm 40:1-3, RSV)

©2012 Gloria Ashby. Feel free to forward this devotion in its entirety, including this copyright line. Leave comments, ask questions, read past devotions, or subscribe to receive these devotions daily in your e-mail.

About Gloria Ashby

I'm a writer, speaker and teacher. I live with my husband in the DFW area, and close to our daughter and her family.
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6 Responses to Are We There Yet? Playing the Waiting Game

  1. Glenda Mills says:

    Yes, Gloria, we will get there someday and it will be worth the wait through the storms, whiteouts, or clear sailing. All because of Jesus and God’s amazing grace.

  2. Trish says:

    As you stated it is a time of bitter/sweet. We/I will miss you greatly. You are an inspiration to us all..and such a GREAT teacher. However, I wish you the best in your new move. A new chapter, a new beginning of sorts..that can always be an exciting time. Good luck and many Blessings, Trish

    >________________________________ > From: Glimpses of God by Gloria Ashby >To: >Sent: Sunday, December 2, 2012 3:45 PM >Subject: [New post] Are We There Yet? Playing the Waiting Game > > >Gloria Ashby posted: “6 PM, Dec 23rd, and our Christmas trip home to Dallas from Kansas City appeared in jeopardy. Snowflakes pelted our windshield and looked as if someone poured a gallon of white-out over the car. Dad gripped the steering wheel with matching white knuckles. ” >

  3. Debbie says:

    Oh Gloria, I remember that trip too. The Kellogg Motel found after passing many “No Vacancy” signs. Snow blowing under the doors, scary road conditions, and yet the trust we had in Daddy to get us there. I now place that fatherly trust and confidence in my heavenly Father and look forward to “getting there”.

    • Gloria Ashby says:

      Hi, Debbie, you’re memory is fantastic — I didn’t remember the name of the motel. And yes, it was a scary time, but also one of many that taught me to trust in the Father.He always looked out — and looks out for our very best. Love ya!

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