Posted in Spiritual Life

I am not a patient person.  The hardest part of pregnancy for me is having to wait for nine months to actually get to hold that little blessing growing inside of me.  I get extremely frustrated with my dial-up internet connection.  I bring a book with me everywhere I go, a habit I began long before I had children because I couldn't stand not having anything productive to do if I ever had to wait at a stoplight or the bank drive-thru.

This particular area of my life seems to be a place the Lord has been especially at work in refining over the last couple of years.  I've had to do a lot of waiting.  My husband has had many a pep-talk with me in recent weeks, reminding that God's timing is not ours, that we need to keep our eyes on the long-term vision, that He sees the bigger picture.  It is so easy for me to forget that.  I so often find myself asking why I can't have what I want right now.  Why does the Lord continue to ask me to wait?  And then I realize again that perhaps He is making me wait because I am still so bad at it.  Because, as my husband says, He sees the bigger picture and knows the end from the beginning.  He knows what is best for me and as His child, it is my job to simply trust Him and wait on Him.  Easier said than done, I'm afraid.

Patience, my mother always told me, is a virtue.  It is one I would like to have.  It is one I have had plenty of opportunity to work on developing.  I think, however, it is going to be a very long process.  *sigh*  I can see it's going to be a long wait.