“Just wait”

imageThose once were damning words when I was a kid; as in, “you just wait until your father gets home.”  I knew what that meant, but I was incapable of dragging time out longer than his eventual arrival.  I was a rambunctious type, usually breaking a rule or bending a boundary. I work on my day to day recovery now and still have to wait for the results even when they are painful.  In today’s weekly blog, Paul Tripp discusses this very subject when he writes, “waiting immediately announces that we’re not in control. When God calls us to wait, He’s lovingly refreshing us of the fact that Someone wiser and stronger is in charge of the narrative of our lives. God is God and we are not. Sometimes we need to be put in our place  and waiting is one of God’s refreshing tools. Whenever I’m forced to wait, I find that I’m easier to agitate, prone to rude words and behaviors, and focused more on my pleasure than other’s needs. He uses waiting to reveal the selfishness of my heart and makes me seek restoring and redeeming grace.” Thanks Paul, I quoted you because I could no longer sit and wait for the right words to describe where I am right now. Having been displaced recently by Hurricane Matthew, I’d been waiting on a piece of mail routed to my former home to avoid the gridlock of anticipated power outages and slow mail service after the hurricane hit. I ranted in my head and slowly began to paint a picture with a broad brush in my mind. Fear set in, and I told myself that others are “effing with me,” and I forget to pause when agitated and doubtful. I get in a hurry in the mornings and forget to invite God into my little plans. I can belabor my rant, but I assure you that my check will not arrive any faster. Those blank stares and unanswered questions I get when I arrive at the local post office branch to enquire of its status turns me into a disturbingly anti government and ‘the sky is falling’ Chicken Little type. Can’t these people empathize with me and get me my mail?  It frustrates me, and then I have to remember that I must wait. Something is being worked out in me that I do not see. I have to pause, and then listen to what the lesson is for me. The excuses no longer suffice. When my mind changes from the idea that I have to stand in line into I get to stand in line, then I know I’m changing. I then can wait more patiently on life to unfold and accept it as it comes. I get my freedoms back when I surrender. The miracle is that I no longer get drunk over it, and I work thru the process more serenely of thinking life and it’s people are out to get me…..good day!…b

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