I have reached a point of waiting. It bites! I was humming along at a slowish clip, growing and learning and seeking and doing, when “WHAM!”; I’ve hit a wall. I’ve heard it said that it doesn’t matter the height of the wall when you have wings, but my wings are in the shop right now and I am stuck.
I’ve never been good at sitting still. I used to be a wiggler (still am, to be honest). My knees have a life of their own most of the time. I never even notice that I am bouncing until my husband tells me to quit. Waiting is definitely not something I do well. But God doesn’t always call us into situations that we do well. Usually, he calls us into areas we would never choose to go ourselves. A giant cosmic waiting room is definitely a place I would avoid, if I could.
This waiting room isn’t one of those austere, astringent places with magazines from the 1970s and coffee a decade older though. This delay is full of expectant anticipation and a touch of hope. There are almost comfortable chairs here where I am learning to be almost comfortable in my own skin, and the promise of a future with meaning seems possible.
But what do I do while I wait for the green light from God? Pace nervously, devise my own schemes to get things moving faster, or relax with the knowledge that his timing is perfect? Seems like a no-brainer, but I know me. Everything within me wants to move now even if I’m not heading the exact way God is directing me. Something is better than nothing, right? Wrong!
God will equip me for any challenge, he will tell me to go when the time is right, my job is to prepare my heart for the journey. Growth is a process that requires time.
Conversely, I can’t decide I am not ready when He finally does tell me to move. How many opportunities are wasted because we feel ill-equipped to handle the job? How do we find the balance of listening and waiting for the Lord, and hearing and moving when He calls? Prayer. That one simple word solves a multitude of problems. And when we pray, we then have to wait for the answer. Amazing how God makes it work.
So I enter this time of waiting with joy, hope, and faith that this is exactly where the Lord wants me at this moment. I will try to relish the waiting knowing that it is preparing me for a future I can’t even imagine. I’ll enjoy the reading material in this waiting room, (there is a good book here). And I will use this time of rest to build my faith muscles so when he finally says jump, I will be able to spring into action.
He is calming my nervousness and soothing my restlessness and quieting my pensive thoughts. I just need to relax in the waiting arms of my savior. It’s the only waiting area where waiting is a good thing.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.