I, the Lord, have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you and make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles. Is. 42:6
I was 34 years old, a mother of two young boys, when I began to assimilate various impressions, which I believed to be from God. Some were my own, but other people also communicated their perceptions concerning me. Generally, they were all encouraging and served to inflate my hopes about God’s intents and purposes for my family and me. We imagined we would serve in full time ministry.
Seldom was heard a discouraging word and the skies were not cloudy all day.
By age 50, however, many of my hopes had succumbed to the cruel guillotine of life East of Eden. My husband had to return to the real property gristmill; my boys were facing some health challenges and the normal trials that accompany teenagerdom. My raft developed a small leak, which seemed to be enlarging and I was a long way from shore in shark-infested waters. My dreams were waving goodbye to me.
I determined I would take matters into my own hands. I volunteered constantly at the church I was attending. I attended women’s seminars and made contact with anyone who seemed to be able to point the way to Nirvana. I would seize my destiny by the throat and make him surrender his treasures to me!
Finally, my sparkler went out. My husband and I went to Colorado for a brief reprieve and discussed our mutual disappointment. It was a somewhat sober trip, despite being a vacation. Had we made a mistake, do we continue to wait patiently, while our lives ebb away? We found some scriptural precedent for marathon patience, notable in the account of Abraham and Sarah, as well as the life of Joseph.
One night towards the end of our stay I had a dream. In the dream, I was pregnant, despite my advanced age, along with another woman of similar age, who was also expecting, Sarah? I conveyed my fear to her that my husband would object to being a new father at this stage of life. I asked her advice for a woman my age to be pregnant. She then issued to me a somewhat startling directive, with considerable authority: “Rest! Others will adopt this child and help with his care!” I knew this dream was God’s answer to my burning question. I was pregnant with a new outlook or spiritual growth which a number of other women would also adopt. They must cease striving, enter God’s rest, and believe in God’s promises.
The next morning as I ran continuing my one sided dialogue with the eternally quiet one. “I can’t hold on much longer in faith,” I told him.
“Good,” was the startling reply. “Look up.”
As God is my witness, I glanced at the adjacent highway, just in time to spy a moving van passing. “Covenant Transport,” the sign read on the side of the trailer. I knew He was grasping my hand and reminding me of his faithful covenant.
I knew that only I would comprehend the intangible spiritual message of those words.
Your faith is a gift, your patience will be rewarded. “He who began a good work in you will
carry it to completion.”
He would carry me to my Promised Land as I surrendered.