It's that time of year when everyone is busily preparing for Christmas, but it isn't Christmas yet, it's still Advent. We're preparing and we're waiting. I've always been terrible at waiting. Ter-ri-ble.
I used to tell my older sister what I bought her for Christmas in the car ride home from purchasing it. I tell most people far too much about me in the first meeting. I binge-watched the entire second season of Fuller House the night that it came out (with the exception of the three episodes that I skipped because I wanted to hurry up and get to the part when they address whether or not DJ and Steve will get back together). So, I'm sure you can all join me in appreciating the irony in the fact that my church youth group invited me to speak to the teens about Advent and waiting.
And yet, in spite of this irony, God has had me doing QUITE a great deal of waiting lately. I feel called to marriage, but am currently single. Waiting. I am currently discerning the direction I want to move in for work. Waiting. I'm working on dealing with some spiritual and emotional wounds, but the progress is very slow and in tiny increments. Waiting.
Boy does God have a sense of humor, or what? Or perhaps it's something more than God having a good-natured chuckle at my inability to wait. Perhaps there is value in the waiting. Perhaps there is something to be learned.
In this time of waiting, I've been trying to spend that time doing a good deal of pondering, soul-searching, praying, and discerning. I've been learning how to live with myself, how to listen to God, and how persevere. I've even been learning to wait. I've been learning ways to cope with waiting. I'm learning slowly.
But if you find yourself waiting, I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone and invite you to join me in seizing this great opportunity. I'll be waiting! 😉