I am amused by the amount of friends that send me a text message when they are on a lay over in Charlotte (most recently “D-Rich” and “T-Plant”). I don’t even live there yet, but they know enough to know where my head and my heart are. I usually give the same advice, “Make your way down the concourse to the white rocking chairs and get comfortable”. I’ve had to wait in Charlotte enough to know the best seats in the house are the white rocking chairs. They seem to take away the stress of the long wait. thanks to US AIR.
I guess what I am getting at here is the fact that when we “wait” we learn. I have “waited” enough to know that it is NEVER how I drew it up. It is MUCH better that way. In most cases, if I had full knowledge of how things would unfold in order to get the desires of my heart, I would have said “no thanks”. If I understood how long the wait would be and what it would look like, I’d choose door #2. In both cases, I would be wrong.
I am reminded that waiting on God’s plan helps me remember that this is not about me. It is a daily reminder that I am still so dependent on Him. If I wasn’t and everything went as I planned, then I fear that He would not receive the credit He is due once this all unfolds. So the longer I wait, the more I am reminded of just how little I control. Which is just fine with me. I’ve “controlled” enough in my life to know I’m in better hands when I have no control at all.
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope” (Psalm 130:5)
Waiting on God for your next steps? Grab a white rocking chair next to me and we’ll wait together.
