Confession: I am the least patient person I know. That’s not being self-critical; it’s the truth. I hate waiting.
I spent a lot of time this week waiting – waiting for a health update, waiting for news from an exciting opportunity, waiting for plans to fall into place. Every single one produced bad news or a definitive “no”.
You see, I want my dog to get better. I was hopeful that a different job would make life easier. I really wanted to make that trip happen to be at our friends’ wedding. Truth is … none of those things are deal breakers. None of those things should dictate how I approach my day or how I act with friends, family, coworkers.
What I have learned is that while I may be anxious in anticipation of how things will turn out, I am right where God wants me to be.
In the waiting, I find grace.
In the waiting, my faith grows.
God meets us there … in the waiting.