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But What Are You Really Waiting For?


 Waits could be my middle name, especially during the summer months. Like clockwork summer ushers in a wave of transition and pressure points where waiting is critical. Have I mentioned that I hate to wait? I don't mean wait for an appointment. I am prepared for that. I have numerous means of distracting myself as I multitask and complete other projects. I mean waiting for something to happen in life that is pivotal to the next stage. I mean waiting, when you want to DO, but there isn't much to do other than wait. This is the sort of waiting that stretches me every summer. I am growing though. Growing and learning. Once upon a time this waiting season would have me paralyzed. Now I consistently move forward, but I find myself pausing to check the status of projects far too often. 

The other day I found myself questioning what it was that I was actually waiting for. Oftentimes God has handled something. He has told us so. But we stay scanning the horizon for the proof. I had to ask myself what the proof would really change? What I was really seeking was handling, not proof. When I go to the grocery store, I want my groceries. The receipt has a role, but really it's the groceries I am after. I want the slice of cheese in one hand as I put the groceries into the fridge. I want the just 1 bite of ice cream as I contemplate my next meal. The groceries are what matter. I only consult the receipt if I have issue. 

So as I have found myself scanning the horizon for a receipt, when I already have the groceries; I am forced to ask what am I really waiting for? Am I looking for an issue when I could be nibbling on cookies? In this season of waiting, I am learning I don't need to double check God's work. Time and time again God has shown me that His timing is superior, and His no, a blessing. It's time to trust Him when He says something is finished, no receipt needed. 


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