The Waiting Game
“Having patience is so hard!”
She whined at me with the little girl song that is the melody of my day. I looked at her and, with as much compassion as I could muster, replied, “I know, honey, waiting is tough.”
I could relate to her frustration. I know how painfully difficult it is to flex those patience muscles. Most of the time I whine about it, just like she does. I just do so in ways no one else can hear.
I write the words in my journal.
I cry them out to God in prayer.
And, bless my husband, I whine to him, a lot.
And many of you reading are probably much like me: a little frustrated with having to wait. You are tired of the holding pattern that you find yourself in. You want the next step. You want the answer to come yesterday. You want the provision to fall from the sky, for the phone to ring, for the promotion to come, for someone to see what’s buried deep inside of you and aching to come out. You want to move, yet here you are. Growing and flexing those patience muscles just like me.
Its been in the waiting that I have learned something that has become a game changer: I am not alone. Actually, I’m in good company. As I read through the stories of history, I realize I am surrounded by a great crowd who have all endured the tests and trials of waiting, longing, and perseverance. In fact, the most comforting thought is that Jesus himself often waited.
Jesus, in all his power, waited. As the Author of time itself, with the ability to predict the future, He waited.
He waited 30 years to begin his ministry. And 3 years to be raised from death to life.
And I would not call those 30 years, or those 3 days a waste. Nor do I believe that Jesus whined, complained, wished away the time, or asked His Father to “speed things up a little.” He may have. But I doubt it. So, from here I take my cue.
Having patience does not mean standing still.Understanding that I am in a holding pattern does not mean holding back.Being content doesn’t mean choosing complacency. It simply means – wait.