The honest truth about patience is that it doesn’t have a deadline.
And it isn’t isolated to only certain areas of your life.
There is no foreseeable end to a season of waiting.
There are no situations exempt from your commitment to be patient in all things, to be patient as an expression of Love, and of trust for God.
It was easy to wait on God when I was a couple of years younger, when waiting was the only option there was for me anyway. It’s easier to surrender when you have no control in the first place. It’s a simpler decision to fall like a child into the arms of a God you know you must trust with your everything, when He’s your only hope.
It is a whole new challenge when you are no longer a child with no control.
Now waiting isn’t your only option.
Other options look better, easier, more practical.
Questions creep in such as “Um, is this over yet?” “Is there any reason to keep waiting?” “Why, God? How long, Lord?”
Slowly, my eyes have opened to my own very real impatience.
This isn’t waiting with a heart surrendered to God. This isn’t peace and tranquility with a soul rested and still in His presence. This hasn’t been unconditional trust in His plan.
I have been a worrier. A wonderer. A wanderer.
I’ve fretted in my heart about the time slipping by, about that lack of movement I have seen on God’s part with my carnal eyes. I’ve questioned and whined and felt downright sorry for myself.
I don’t want to be like that.
This is a new place in my life that I’ve entered into, and up to this point it hasn’t been with the patience and peace about God’s plan for my life that I thought I was cultivating. Something about turning “adult” made me think all the waits were over, I guess.
How far from the truth.
I am so thankful to God that He waits for me to see these things. He’s perfectly patient with me. He hasn’t dispensed with me as I’ve often dispensed of my trust. He remains steadfast, my Fountain of Peace, my Tower of Hope, patiently waiting for me to come back to his arms and walk in step with the plan He’s so carefully thought out for me and is longing to see completed in me.
My God waits. He’s got all the time in the world.