I admit, I am a victim of this fast paced, microwave, gotta to have it in less than 2 minutes society.
Waiting for the train, sitting in traffic, or trying to find a parking spot during Christmas holiday shopping, all have had a way of frustrating me. Somehow however, my Dad, could just sit in his car, stake out a parking spot, even during the busiest holiday season, and just wait there. As a child, I would always ask him, “Daddy, why are you just waiting here for a spot?” His reply, “A spot will soon become available, just wait.”
I have had to do quite a bit of waiting during my recovery – waiting to feel better, waiting for my incisions to heal, waiting to be able to do more. Somehow, over the course of my recovery, waiting has become more bearable. Waiting has further developed my faith and inspired greater hope. It seems to help me slow down long enough to enjoy the present moment, and appreciate “now.”
Why are we in such a hurry to get to the next “thing?” I’m not sure. After literally watching one of my wounds close further each day, I realize that processes in life take time. It takes time for the leaves to bud in the spring. It takes time for a caterpillar to become a butterfly. It even takes time for a baby to be formed in the womb, about 9 months!
My dad said it best as we staked out a parking spot at the mall, “just wait.” To my surprise, he was always right. Eventually a parking spot became available.
Whatever it is you are faced with today, know that “it” takes time. In the mean time, I hope you find something to enjoy in this present moment.
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. Romans 12:12 NLT