I’m an impatient person. I hate waiting on people. I hate being behind slow drivers or walkers. I’m early 99.99% of the time unless I force myself to be late and even then I struggle, and I fear I’ll have children who like to dilly dally and that already drives me nuts.
I don’t wait well.
Shawn and I have both been on a journey the past three and a half years of God revamping our perspectives and giving us dreams for the future. At times it’s been a arduous journey. Others it’s been one where I sit in the passenger seat and just allow God to drive [not that I don’t have any responsibilities]. The road has been long.
I thought I’ve been waiting well, and I’d like to believe at times I have. However, I’ve learned in the last couple weeks I haven’t been. I’m weary of these travels, and my weariness has led to selfishness, and frustration.
In talking with friends, I’ve explained it this way: I’m ready for the exit that will take me to the destination or at least the exit to the road that will take me there. Instead I’m on the same road and only the name of the road has changed. Patience, self control, and more waiting are elements this road requires. The same elements that have been required all along.
I wonder who the person is I’m supposed to be at our destination and why it’s taken so long for me to become her.
I know this part of the journey must happen. It is absolutely imperative.
So I continue on this journey. Being shaped and reformed to the person I am supposed to be becoming. I do my best to wait well.
How are you waiting lately?