I saw an Instagram post the other day about something wonderful that happened to a person I do not know, but that I follow on Instagram for reasons I no longer remember. She and her husband were holding a printed-out ultrasound photo and celebrating a baby on the way. Beneath the photo she had written the loveliest caption that ended with “God is faithful.”
I’ve thought about that stranger for days since with a sincere sense of joy for her. But I can’t get that phrase, “God is faithful,” out of my mind. It has stuck with me, like a splinter poking at a tender place.
I’ve used that phrase “God is faithful” before, in the most common way— to subtitle the moments I got exactly what I wanted. I’ve called God faithful, but what I really meant was that God was cooperating with my well laid plans. Yay, God! He was being faithful to my instructions, my timeline, my preference.
But what about the times of waiting? What about periods of longing rather than gratification?