And they said to me, “The remnant there in the province who had survived the exile is in great trouble and shame. The wall of Jerusalem is broken down, and its gates are destroyed by fire.”

As soon as I heard these words I sat down and wept and mourned for days, and I continued fasting and praying before the God of heaven. And I said, “O Lord God of heaven, the great and awesome God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, let your ear be attentive and your eyes open, to hear the prayer of your servant that I now pray before you day and night for the people of Israel your servants, confessing the sins of the people of Israel, which we have sinned against you. Even I and my father’s house have sinned. We have acted very corruptly against you and have not kept the commandments, the statutes, and the rules that you commanded your servant Moses. Remember the word that you commanded your servant Moses, saying, ‘If you are unfaithful, I will scatter you among the peoples, but if you return to me and keep my commandments and do them, though your outcasts are in the uttermost parts of heaven, from there I will gather them and bring them to the place that I have chosen, to make my name dwell there.’ They are your servants and your people, whom you have redeemed by your great power and by your strong hand. O Lord, let your ear be attentive to the prayer of your servant, and to the prayer of your servants who delight to fear your name, and give success to your servant today, and grant him mercy in the sight of this man.” Now I was the cupbearer to the king.

Nehemiah 1:2-11

Nehemiah knew that the king was somehow the answer to his problem. He knew that this person that he had gained access, intimate access to, was a key in the freedom of his people. But Nehemiah didn’t ask the king right then, right there to help. He didn’t ask the next week or the next month. It was months later that he finally found the right timing and right moment to ask for exactly what he needed.

I wonder how Nehemiah felt in those between months of knowing there was oppression and not doing anything about it. Well, at least, publicly. I wonder how the people who told him about the oppression felt about Nehemiah’s lack of action. Well, at least, publicly. I wonder how the king was witnessing Nehemiah’s shift because it was the king who eventually saw Nehemiah’s overt sorrow and pain on his face. That was super public.

Did Nehemiah feel guilt? Did he feel like he wasn’t doing enough? Did he feel judged for still living his life as if things hadn’t changed? Was he a coward or was he waiting for the proper time to drop a radical ask? Was he apathetic or was he having heart transformations privately? Was he nervous about what people thought about him or was he unmoved because he was centered on his goal and purpose? Both? Yes and yes? And yes and yes. What mattered was when he was put right on the spot, he had an answer. When his skill and the opportunity aligned, he didn’t miss a beat.

How are you feeling about your timing? How are you holding your responsibility in the face of oppression? How are you sustaining between seeing the reality of injustice and doing the thing YOU are called to do?

Prayer: God, you are the judge and no other. May that give me wisdom, courage and humility.

Who or what do you believe holds the answer to a pain you have right now?