Your Day Is Coming!

We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal. —2 Corinthians 4:18, NASB

As I strolled into Walmart with my five-year-old daughter Sarah in the cart, I looked at her face. She had folded her arms and pursed her lips like a duck, pouting.

I asked, “What’s wrong, Sarah?” She said, “My birthday is never coming! I am waiting forever!” It was June, and her birthday is in July. I smiled to myself, knowing that she had to wait only thirty days or so before her birthday came around. I also smiled because she had no idea about the plans I had for her, the surprises I had in store, and the joy she would experience.

I noticed that the closer we got to her birthday, the more anxious and restless she became. It reminded me of when I was in the third trimester of my pregnancy with her.

In fact, she was overdue and did not seem to want to come! But do you remember the third trimester? It was the same when I was pregnant with each of my three sons.

The closer the due date, the more desperate I felt to give birth.

I just wanted to hold the promise in my hands.

I told my precious daughter that her birthday would be here before she knew it, and Mommy had special surprises for her. I thought about another promise I am waiting for—heaven! Some days here are better than others. Some days God gives me what I call “God winks,” where He sends me little messages in nature or encouragement through others or a devotional to remind me not to forget about my promise. Ultimately, I hold on to the belief and to faith not only in the promise itself but also in my God. He is Jehovah Jireh, the God who provides.

He is Jehovah Shammah, the Lord who is always there.

His very presence is our eternal gift that never stops giving.

As I was leaving with Sarah still in the cart, an elderly woman unintentionally blocked our exit. I courteously waited a few seconds and then graciously went around her because she was reading her receipt. As I unloaded the groceries into the trunk, the elderly woman, who had parked right next to me, walked by and smiled. I shared with her why my daughter was still disappointed. The lady said, “Oh! My birthday is Monday—that’s coming right up!” I said, “I hope you have a fabulous birthday when it comes! What’s your name?” The woman said, “Sarah.”

Raschelle McLean