God's Time

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Ever been there?


Waiting in line at the store, waiting in traffic, waiting for an answer, waiting for a promotion, waiting for healing, waiting for a test result, waiting for someone to say a kind word...waiting!

I HATE WAITING.

I want to move fast. I want to move on to the next thing. I want to move at my own pace.  I don't want to wait for others or walk slower. I have even been known to finish my husband's sentences because I want to help him live at the speed and pace of our old life, which only slows us down even more.

There is one thing I have learned from living with someone who suffered a stroke, waiting will always be a part of our life.

The world may be running past us like a freight train at mach speed. Our children may be growing much faster than we ever thought possible. Time marches on and I want to run right along with it but I am learning that real growth comes when we can watch these things happen and yet wait patiently.

A life filled with waiting patiently is a song others can hear with their hearts and see with their eyes.  A song they desperately want to sing too and will follow you right to the one who gives the peace that surpasses all understanding, if we will let Him use us.

So, even though I want to run instead of walk and speak more than I listen, I will learn to wait patiently for the tempo of God and just leave it at that.