You ever tell yourself that you’re just going to wait and starve your impatience to a point of insanity – or at least what appears to be insane, supernatural abide. Did you know that when you search the synonym of ‘waiting’, somewhere in the running to match this present participle lies the lousy phrase to “twiddle one’s thumbs” – look it up if you think I’m lying, because I’m not. Can you imagine the offence taken when I decided that waiting is supreme, divine, personal even – likenesses not to be taken lightly. Can I ask that you agree that we do anything but twiddle our thumbs in the intervals of waiting.
I’m in a season of waiting but while I wait, I’ve decided to dissuade myself from idleness, emptiness, and discouragement. For it’s a time to go extra hard for where I’d like to be. I am inviting you to do the same. See, I am a spiritual being enduring my human experience. A philosophy I’ve eternally subscribed to. And with this subscription is a promise of wisdom and wisdom is what I’ve had the privilege of accumulating while I wait. So, I can tell you with confidence that waiting is not at all a bad thing.
Perhaps you’re waiting for the right one, perhaps you’re waiting for the right thing – you may even be waiting for the penny to drop, I don’t know… but what are you doing while you wait? We’re quarter past the cusp of 2023 and 2024, 8 days in to be exact, that poignant space between what was and is, and the anxiety in tow. I don’t know if you, like me, have thought of the millions of things you’d like to learn, achieve, do and be. What I’m not going to do, though, is dismiss any of it as delusions of grandeur because the truth is, I can learn, achieve, do and be – all in a year. But within the prescription to achieve this, and since I’ve decided that it is supreme, divine and personal, I’d like to include an element of waiting too.
Waiting is a choice; one we can make daily. The antidote to a more palatable life, I believe. I’ve lost count of the many times I’ve had to wait, and equally I’ve been unbecomingly impulsive, which often has yielded such results. Sometimes it felt like punishment (many times) and other times I’ve been grateful that I could. It’s often the guise of delay, isn’t it; to wait with great expectation that something will prevail as it should, only for it not to and only to find that just as well.
This year, while I wait for the cue to advance on [many things], I am going to trust the one who’s brought me this far, the one who is with me while I wait, assuring me that whatever the outcomes, that I will always be victorious in every situation, project, experience, even if it means that all it did was humble me. My trust is in God: waiting is having faith that our lives are in His hands (Proverbs 3:5-6) His plans are good.
Best wishes for 2024! May there be wonder in your waiting.