Our culture demands instant gratification. You do something, there’s a reward. You need something, you get it. In a culture of affluence and excess, waiting isn’t a “thing” anymore.
And it only seems to push us to impatience even quicker.
I could go in a million different directions with this post, because waiting has been a huge part of my life the past four years. When I waited through an application process. For an abroad placement. For a departure date. For the end of training. For the scorching sun to set and the bitter winter nights to end. For the garden to grow. For the lines at month end a Shoprite. For the bush taxi to fill. For help. For a diagnosis and treatment plan. For a decision. For a medical evacuation. For the plane to touch down back home again. For recovery to begin. For a job. For guidance. For community. I’ve waited.
For direction from the Lord.
Waiting has been an incredibly trying experience. Moments woven together with both sadness and joy. Longing and enthusiasm. Homesickness and being welcomed.
Despite the difficult, I wouldn’t trade the waiting time for anything.
It’s created peace. Patience. Hope.
It’s created a different person.
And still, I am waiting for direction. But now, I’m waiting full of hope.
It’s Five Minute Friday, and after a few weeks away during a crazy month, I’m joining up again with this amazing group of women as we write together, for five minutes. Check out Kate’s place for all the awesome details.