chairs-325709_640Waiting. In line. In the waiting room. For the results. For the pain to pass. For God to answer your prayers. For your prodigal to come home. To be published. To be in love. For  Fall. For vacation. For retirement. For remission. On your Barista. For your home to sell.

Patience is not simply the ability to wait – it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.  Joyce Meyer

Notice the title of this post is written in the present tense. I don’t have this waiting thing licked. I write with bare-skinned knees from flat-faced falls and carry band-aids in my pocket for future ones. But as a daughter of the King I’m confident there will be no lasting scars. Still, the process of waiting remains, and I have much to learn. Here are a few things I’ve picked up so far:

 

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Misguided Expectations Eat Your Lunch…and Devour Your Dessert Too.

In recent months, four friends sold their homes within 24-48 hours. So when ours hit the market last week, I expected no less! When no one called within the first several hours I was convinced something was wrong with our phones. {Just keeping it real, here.} I didn’t realize how much I’d allowed my expectations to get out of whack until I found myself in quite the funk…for days. I confess my unbelief because, well, that’s exactly what it is — not believing what God has for us is His absolute best, regardless of the wait. And then I came across this post, {Above all, Trust in the Slow Work of God}, by Shawn Smucker, featured on Emily P. Freeman’s site. To me, it was a simple nod of acknowledgement from my heavenly Father saying He is with us in the waiting room. We’re waiting. He is working.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
    neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,

    so are my ways higher than your ways
    and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8,9

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Food tastes better.

Do you spot a pattern here? First, there’s talk of devouring desserts and now this. I wish this was a good thing, but it’s not, at least for me. If there was any doubt as to my being an emotional eater before, there’s no doubt now. The weight I worked so hard to lose last year has crept back up. Stress must weigh in around 500 calories per bite. Sigh. If self-inflicted mental beatings appeared physically I’d look like Violet Beauregard from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

My indulgences – my dependency – should be in the Word, and that truth is gaining more traction in my life during this wait, but meantime, I’m clinging to the grace and mercy that hug every bend of my wayward ways.

When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name, LORD God Almighty. Jeremiah 15:16

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Our wait is grounded in purpose, motivated by love.

God isn’t a game-player. He is a game-changer.

He doesn’t toy with our lives or with His time. Every breath breathed is heavy with purpose. Being confident of this in the wait {because let’s face it, waiting is no fun on any level} ushers in inexpressible peace. Yes, the waves above the surface of my soul knock me down at times, but my feet stand steady because this I know: Everything God does in the lives of His children is motivated, spurred on, and poured out from a heart of love. Even His discipline is motivated by love. There’s no escaping it! {Thank You, Jesus!} He isn’t a God of love. He is love. In this we can trust…and rest.

Anyone who does not love does not know God because God is love. 1 John 4:8

 

No doubt there will be other lessons to learn in this waiting room of life but my prayer is that I’ll be found faithful, not consumed by circumstances but by the One who is sovereignly at work behind every word, spoken or unspoken, and deed.

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a prayer for those who wait

Pappa God,
You are the designer of the ‘rooms’ we find ourselves waiting in today.
The walls seem high, but You are higher.
The floor shifts at times, but You are our Rock.

The chairs, they confine us when all we want to do is run
but we trust…

You alone know the precise moment in which to open the door and call our name.
It won’t be a moment too late or too soon. It will be perfect,
because Your love is perfect.
Help us to awaken every morning with a whisper of gratefulness on our lips,
and a heart bursting with anticipation,
confident that You are at work
while we wait.
Amen.

 

Are you in a time of waiting? If so, do any of the above observations resonate? Or do you have a different observation to share? Please do! I welcome the opportunity to pray for you if you feel led to share. Blessings…