Sunday Morning - “Weathering the Waiting”
Hope this finds you healthy & happy.
I have been questioning a lot lately; who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do & especially what I should write on Sunday. I have come to one conclusion and that is that I am in a transition. All transitions in life are challenging times: marriage, divorce, moving, children, new job, or loss of a job. But when one is changing internally or changing from within, it can also be very challenging, especially when they do not now what or whom they are changing into. So, I know that patience is my test. I want to be in a place where God wants me to be so I can use the gifts he has blessed me with. I’m not sure when I will know so I must wait. I didn’t know what to write (once again) & then a good friend just sent me this (very apropos) & I guess… “Good things come to those that wait”
Weathering the Waiting
Waiting sucks. Being the little brother sucks sometimes too. I’ve learned this as I sit with my 3 year old during big brother’s Saturday morning soccer practices. It’s tough to sit on the sidelines and watch the big kids play because you simply aren’t old enough yet. It’s a tough season for my little one to be in. By all means, he’s able to play. He’s got a mean kick. Stamina for days and can hold his own with the best of them. But he’s simply not old enough for the 7-year-old soccer class. And that just stinks. So I do all I can to entertain him on the sidelines. I lend him my I-Phone. Stuff his little hands full of snacks. Sit him on my lap and sing. Still…. the waiting and watching is no fun. Haven’t we all been there? The season of waiting can try even the most patient soul.
Waiting on a doctor’s report. Waiting on the notice about that job. Waiting on a promise from God. Waiting for the bad to turn to good…the night to turn to morning. Waiting and waiting. The more we wait, the more we come to realize that God is not in hurry. It’s as if time doesn’t exist where He is because our crying and pleading with Him to hurry up leaves Him unfazed. Or so it seems.
I think about watching the boys wait. They go crazy. They whine. They cry. They fall out. They complain. They fidget. They act like they are going to die.
Sadly, how often do we do the same? We wait and look around at the world going by and think to ourselves, “I’m never going anywhere. I’m stuck right here.”
But it’s in the waiting that we gain strength. The wait isn’t designed to make us stir crazy. It’s designed to make us stronger.
Ps 27:14 “Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD.”
We are called to be strong and let our hearts take courage in the wait…. not grow weary. It’s in the winds of waiting that are feet are planted firmly in faith. When I tell the boys to wait because dinner is not quite ready, I’m not punishing them, I’m simply needing more time to present them with something nourishing, delicious and worth waiting for. How much more does God do that for us? It would be crazy for the boys to grow tired of waiting for dinner and bust in the kitchen and try to cook dinner themselves. They aren’t even capable of that yet. Likewise, we shouldn’t bust into God’s kitchen and try to rush things along.
Psalm 104:27-28 says “These all wait for You, That You may give them their food in due season. What You give them they gather in; You open Your hand, they are filled with good.”
It’s true waiting sucks. But when the waiting season is over, your good is waiting. Trust that.
- From The Non-Super Woman Chronicles
peace & God bless
tjd
