What if there really is a value in waiting?
I have a significant event in my life that requires me to wait. There is absolutely nothing I can do to change the outcome or make it happen any sooner that it will. I can move no mountain that will affect it in anyway. I can turn no stone that will make it any easier. I simply have to wait.
Inside I want the Holy Spirit to move. I want my Father to makes things the way “I” want them. I want him to fashion the world in my image. And I laugh at myself for trying, for wanting what I really would not want.
Waiting asks me to trust. It asks me to set aside what I think I need for what my Father wants to give me, which has the potential to be infinitely better than I can imagine, and usually is…when I wait.
And if I’m honest, this waiting process feels like dying. If feels like I’m killing the desire of my heart. It is requiring me to love in a way that is uncomfortable, to be what I say I am. I say I stand for love and in this specific instance only waiting will reveal that I do love. Only when I let go of the outcome will I become love.
And what is surprising to me is that the more I wait, the more I give up what I want, the more I become what I say I want to be.