I am joining the Five-Minute Friday again today and the word is...
Also note, I wrote most of this post up a while ago, before quarantining was a thing, but I thought it was fitting to post with the word for the week.
Patience seems to be a theme of my life and maybe for most of our lives. Why is that?
Because I seem to always be in a season of waiting, if not for one thing than for another.
Outside my window, I watch people waiting for their tram to come in to take them to the next location.
Or at the bus station there is a whole crowd of people waiting for their bus. Some people wait patiently, others, to put it bluntly, not so patiently at all.
But there are big things we wait for, too. These things you don’t just get in line for and wait on. You must keep doing, while also waiting. A dream to come true, school to end, new job, etc.
I once was a single woman, waiting (or pining) for my now husband to take notice of me. And that waiting is, praise the Lord, over.
I have discovered that seasons of waiting don’t exactly ever go away.
The thing which I am waiting for now may go away or change as the seasons of my life change, as dreams are fulfilled.
But there is always something else I will be waiting for and that is not to say that I am ungrateful for what I have now, though that can definitely be the case.
Rather, it means I am a dreamer. I am not content to dream my dream and be done with hoping or dreaming.
No, I dream my dream and cling to that dream, unless God should change it or fulfill it. But these are also seasons of living while continuing to dream and wait patiently.
And I am not the best one to do this, as my husband or any member of my immediate family could testify of me. I can be such an Eeyore.
Being patient is a choice. I must choose to wait in patience, giving thanks for what I do have.
We will always be waiting for something, but how we wait is what changes everything. We can choose to wait with patience and joy. Or we can choose to wait with impatience, frustration, and anger.