Can you visualize Noah and his family in the ark, putting a scratch mark into the wall every day they were in that floating menagerie? I hope they didn't get seasick. I really hope that the elephants didn't get seasick. I've been seasick before... it's no fun.
I'm certain there were days that Noah found himself staring over the edge at the featureless water below, wondering if the waters would ever reside. Would life ever go back to normal? Or would they float on the ark until they ran out of supplies, then draw straws for whomever had to sneak up behind the lion so they could eat it?
So many stories in the Bible require patience. It's hard to sit back and wait for God to act... we want to be busy, to be productive. It's the American way, right?
But sometimes, we're floating in an ark, and God's solution is months ahead of time. All there is to do in the moment is sit and wait for God. Maybe there's some ... stuff... to shovel while we wait, some mouths to feed, some prayers to be said. Until the ark comes to rest, and then some while after that... we wait. And we rest. And we let God lead.
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