Patience is something that I’m not very good at. I’m relatively good at a lot of things, creative in different respects.
But patience? No.
With children, very much so. Unless they’re rude or consistently disobedient, but even then, I can keep a cool head, get my point across, and retain some form of understanding.
But in life? Regarding my future? Regarding knowns stuck in a pool of unknowns? A stagnant pool at that, or so it seems to me, because I am NOT…patient.
Currently, I am in a place where I have no choice. There are things that I have to wait on, things that I cannot pursue, because that is not my place.
Not waiting as in wasting time, but waiting as in waiting for my train to arrive even if it takes more than a year.
I’ve been waiting since July 22nd, 2013…and only the Lord knows when I’ll stop.
Forgive me, I know that I’m being vague, but I don’t feel like spilling any details.
Other than the fact that this has been the most challenging form of waiting that I have ever endured. Emotionally, mentally, spiritually…although it’s beautiful, it has been taxing. Mostly because of what I am waiting for.
Something dear to me. Something that is one of the most significant somethings in my life.
But it’s not yet the Lord’s time.
And sometimes it hurts.
But I have grown.
And the Lord knows best.
The Lord always knows best:
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.”