Do you remember going on road trips when you were a kid?  I was the one who was always moaning "Are we there yet, Daddy?" I started becoming interested in prophecy a few years ago and changed my position on knowing the date of the rapture with Rosh Hashanah 2005...I hear countless people say "Jesus doesn't even know when the rapture is! Only the father knows!" Well maybe he chose not to know as part of limiting his divine perogatives in order to better identify with man, but he sure knows now! (FYI, he also could have flown around the middle east but chose to walk during his ministry!)
So I have been watching dates, counting and multiplying, looking for signs all around us and there sure are plenty...seeing each date that made so much sense fly by...but my spirit is crying out "ABBA Father, surely we are there by now!" Each day feels like panting for water in the desert to me. I want to go home sooo badly, trying to do what the Lord has for me on Earth but my head is literally in the clouds lately. I have to keep reminding myself who is driving this car (and that he doesn't need backseat drivers) and that we walk by faith and not by sight. I get scared sometimes thinking that we might have more time left than we thought, even though I can't see how. God is still carrying out his perfect will. One of the hardest prayers is thy will be done...that is when it doesn't line up with our will. I sometimes catch myself thinking, I am not praying for money, power, or anything worldly...I just want to go home...Daddy, surely we are there by now...
I can hear him gently saying, "almost but not quite, my child. We will be there soon."
How soon? that is the problem with my impatient heart... So I pray for patience. I pray that I may grow in faith that I may trust who is driving...and wait anxiously for the moment when he cries out..."We are home, my child!!!"
Wendy Mason