(Or, how our lives are much like Sarah's)
It dawned on me that God is a great storyteller. By that, I mean, he certainly has the ability to spare us all the setbacks and suspense we normally experience as humans. He could just hand out to us whatever he has in mind in a blink of the eye. Didn’t he once simply utter: “Let there be…” and lo, there they were, the heaven and the earth and all that is in between.
So, any delay in the deliverance of his promise is obviously not a matter of competency. Could it be one of discretion then? Perhaps he could have refrained from stirring our heart with a vision or dream from him just before its immediate fulfillment, in case the Enemy who is diligently “patrolling the earth” would surely try to undermine the little faith we humans do have.
No sacrilege is attempted but as my walk with God prolongs, I couldn’t help noticing and being alarmed that he seems to "sadistically" enjoy the emotional havoc that the waiting process wreaks in the fickle human heart...and body, too. Or, to say the very least, he's perhaps, well, just stoically indifferent to our suffering.
