I Hate Waiting!

     I absolutely hate waiting!  I've never been good at it.  Throughout my life, whenever a time came that I had to wait, I failed at being virtuous.  I play the piano a little bit.  As a teen when I would get ready to go somewhere and be waiting for the rest of the family or my ride, well, that was when I got my best practice sessions in!  I would play and sing and probably drive everyone else crazy as I waited and played and sang.  But, it gave me something to do.
     Christmas was the worst!  I loved getting presents, but I wanted to know what was in those boxes.  One year mom wrapped all our gifts and put numbers on the boxes.  No names.  Surely it wouldn't be too hard to figure out whose were whose since there were only three of us kids.  Oh, but it was!! Shaking them yielded no answers.  Coats, underwear, and socks sound the same when shaken no matter who they are for. 
     My brother was expert at getting the packages opened and wrapping them back up without leaving a trace.  So, I got him to open the boxes.  That way I could honestly say, "No, ma'am, I didn't do it."  HA!  One year our presents were all safely locked away behind my parents' bedroom door.  They went out one night to shop for more, and I was left in charge.  I was about 14.  That would make my brother about 8.  Poor guy.
     I've always been tall, so reaching the crochet hook that would fit through the hole to pop the lock on that bedroom door from its carefully positioned spot atop the door frame was easy enough.  I opened it, told my brother to go in and see what he could find, and waited in the hallway.  I made SURE I didn't step foot in that room.  He reported back, and my sister and I peered in to see the loot. When he came out we locked the door back, returned the crochet hook to the top of the door frame, and went through the rest of the evening excited about our secret knowledge. 
     All went well until Mom and Dad came home and tried to get into their room.  That's when the question came, "Who's been in our room?"  As we all denied entry, the hammer came down on me.  Busted.  I had put the crochet hook in the wrong place on top of the door frame.  Needless to say, there was a lot of scolding and crying since I was obviously the only person in the house tall enough to reach the crazy thing in the first place.  All because I hate waiting.
     Today I find myself waiting.  I think I know the answer I will get in the end, but I have to wait for it. Many years have passed since those piano playing days.  I have a little more patience.  I have some insight and wisdom about life.  I still have to wait though, and I hate it.  My mind makes up all kinds of scenarios.  I surely am doomed.  Surely.  Well, aren't I doomed?
     The simple truth is that no, I am not doomed.  I believe God is in control.  I believe that His plan is bigger and better than anything I can imagine.  I believe He loves me and is working all things together for my good.  If that means I have to wait, then wait I will.  I will pray and praise.  My hope is in the name of the Lord who made heaven and earth. 
     As the next few days pass, I will wait for the answer to my question.  What will I do?  I won't be at the piano playing and singing.  I will be placing my trust in my Jesus, reading the Word of God, and praying that whatever happens God's will is done in my life.  
    What about you?  Are you waiting for God to reveal something to you?  Are you praying over a life situation and wishing God would answer quickly?  Are you seeking Him and trusting Him to work all things together for your good?  Leave me a comment and let me know what God is doing or has done in your life.  I would love to hear about it!