I hate it. Waiting that is. Sometimes I’m horrible at it. So much of life is spent waiting. Waiting for a certain time on the clock. Wishing for a certain day when something fun is planned. Anyone else with me?
Waiting stinks like a poop filled diaper bursting at the seams. I don’t want to have to. I want our good friend and Luke’s therapist, Lizz, to arrive so I can skedaddle and play tennis with my wonderful friend Diana. Or I want to go out to eat with my awesome friend Amy NOW!
I love Luke so much but get tired of watching him all the time and feeling like my life is on hold. But is this waiting and caring for Luke really a holding pattern or just a part of the service God means for me to do? The life God has given me.
How long did the Israelites wait, wait, wait for the Messiah to come? A LONG time! Was it all wasted or were they searching for Jesus and praying for Him? Can I spend time praying and practicing the presence of my Lord while I wait? In my better moments I think, “Yes I can.” But I need His help. Otherwise, I want what I want when I want it!! And all the waiting makes me grumpy, irritated, twitchy even.