I don’t like waiting.
There, I said it. I suspect that I’m not alone in my dislike of waiting. I get annoyed with lengthy TSA lines at the airport, with checkout lines at the mall, and with red lights when I am rushing around during the holiday season. Ironic isn’t it, considering that Advent is the season of waiting.
I used to think that waiting on God was like sitting in a waiting room, mindlessly and purposelessly thumbing through months-old copies of Us Weekly and Harper’s Bazaar. (And just in case you’re ever a contestant on Jeopardy! I recently discovered this tidbit of useless knowledge: doctor’s offices can get discounted magazine subscriptions for their waiting rooms from companies like EPSCO mags.) Waiting on God, I’ve since discovered, isn’t to be viewed as a detour from our life plans but rather an essential part of the plan. It’s not just about what we receive at the end of the wait, waiting if first and foremost about what we will become in the waiting. God can and does use the times of waiting to discover new things about ourselves and about Him in order that we might be better agents of restoration in this world.
I don’t like to wait. I struggle to wait well. How about you?