When we just can’t wait…

I’ve been finding myself really fascinated – and somewhat annoyed – by how impatient of a culture we live in nowadays.  Seriously, it seems like I can’t drive anywhere any more without at least one driver cutting me off and almost causing an accident.  Some of the most foul language I’ve heard has come from people waiting in line behind me, frustrated about how long something is taking.  When did we, as a culture, become so impatient?

And then there are my kids.  These precious children that seem to keep growing more amazing, yet more impatient, as they get older.  Repeatedly asking how much longer they will have to wait when their brother or sister’s practice runs a little too long, or turning a tad crazy when there’s a long line in the restaurant drive-through line for what we ironically call “fast” food.  And don’t even get me started on the impatience that can occur in our home when Netflix takes a couple minutes to load.

Recently, I found myself getting annoyed by their behavior and started asking myself where they have learned all this impatience from.  Does it just come naturally, I thought?  I mean, surely they don’t see me responding that way when things don’t happen for me as quickly as planned.  And then, I stopped.  And realized… maybe they don’t see me physically responding that way as often, but I do.  Of course, I’m a little past the annoyance over a drive-through line, but I’ve got my own impatience issues over this bigger picture thing called life.  And those seasons of life that I end up in for much longer than I’d like to be.

I just finished studying the book of Habakkuk and the amazing truths within its three small but powerful chapters.  If you aren’t familiar with it, Habakkuk was a prophet during a pretty rough time when the nation of Israel had forgotten its special calling and had resorted to doing its own corrupt thing.  Yet Habakkuk kept seeking God and asking Him “How long?” until He would bring revival to this still chosen nation of His.  There seemed to be this long delay in the Lord’s answer, so Habakkuk kept praying and asking relentlessly.

And then God answered – “For the vision is yet for the appointed time; it testifies about the end and will not lie.  Though it delays, wait for it, since it will certainly come and not be late.”  Though it delays, wait for it.  Wait for it.

Image-1 (26)

God was working His plan, and though it may not have made sense to Habakkuk, it was better that He took His time doing it –  because it would then be in His perfect timing.  And Habakkuk was encouraged to keep waiting, because it was coming.  In God’s time and in His way.

In all of the impatience that surrounds and consumes us, I believe it’s easy to forget a couple of things that the Lord wants to remind us.  To begin with, we forget the importance of waiting.  As we study the Scriptures, we find that many of the people the Lord used in larger than life ways – these people that we admire and strive to be like today – all went through long waiting seasons.  Joseph waited in prison, perhaps wondering if he’d been forgotten.  Moses and David both waited while tending sheep after experiencing a dynamic call of God on their lives.  Even Jesus waited in the wilderness before beginning His earthly ministry.   So why would I think of myself as any better than them, for some reason, and that I could escape my own waiting period?

Also, I believe that in our impatience, we forget the beauty of rest.  In our busy hustling and proclamations of productivity over social media, we almost repel ourselves away from rest with all we can fight, instead of leaning into its treasures.  Waiting periods in life can bring about the sweetest, most restful times if we press into them, instead of just trying to get out of them.  It is there we find Jesus – not necessarily showing up with plans we need to follow and obey at that moment, but just Him showing up.  To tenderly nurture us.  To be the “I Am who I Am” God that He is and will continue to be.  To show  us His immutable character, and His incredible love for us.  And to remind us that He is all we truly need.

When it all comes down to it, that is what I, for one, really want.  I’m much more willing to go through as long of a wait as the Lord sees fit when I keep my eyes on the beauty in the waiting season instead of looking for the escape route.  I want to be able to say with Habakkuk,

“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”  -Habakkuk 3:17-18

Habakkuk learned that the secret of waiting in hard seasons was rest and surrender, and that led Him to rejoice even when things weren’t going his way.  I am slowly learning the same.  Will you join me today in celebrating our rest, and in praying for each other that we would have the patience to endure our waits well?

I believe He has a beautiful plan for all of our seasons… We just have to wait for it. 

christydsiggy2013

 

 

 

 

Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmailby feather

Book Review – Under a Summer Sky

Ever heard of Melody Carlson?  She is a well accomplished fiction writer with many published books, and when I saw that she had a new book out for review, I snagged the opportunity to get a copy and be one of the first to read it.  I’ve reviewed other books of hers and have found them to be sweet and lighthearted.  Under a Summer Sky was much of the same.

51yyrIZyqHL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_

In this book, art teacher Nicole Anderson has the opportunity to travel to Savannah for the summer to run her mother’s best friend’s art studio in her absence.   After just going through a break up and feeling run down after a long year of teaching, she hopes to relax in a huge Southern home on her days off and grow in her artistic abilities as she meets the challenges of running a studio.  However, the other employee at the studio makes work extremely difficult for her, and some childhood friends, now handsome men, both seem to be vying for her attention.  Furthermore, a young teen girl in need of some mentoring befriends her.

Nicole has more adventures than she planned for, as she navigates a new beautiful city and the relationships with people living there.  In the end, she learns more about herself and steps into a future she never would have imagined.   I have been to Savannah and recognized some of the names of places mentioned in this book, which was kind of fun.  Though I wish there was a more faith-based theme throughout this book, there is mention of the way God directs this main character’s story and the relationship she has with Him.

Although this book was an easy and predictable read, it was a perfect happy and lighthearted story for some of the lazier days of summer.  Pick up a copy of this book for your next beach trip or pool time.

I received this book from the blogger Revell Reads program in exchange for my honest opinion.  

christydsiggy2013

Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmailby feather

Waiting for Rain…

You all, we need rain.  Badly.  You can see the results of the lack of rain on most people’s lawns around here… especially mine.  It’s not pretty, you guys.  April has now passed and there was sadly no such thing as “April showers” this year.    Occasionally, we get a tiny little shower.  But most of the time, the rain they supposedly predict on weather forecasts never seems to come.  Meanwhile, I have friends in other … {…Read More}

Laying aside the weights…

So, I still feel like I need to pinch myself when I say this out loud… but I ran a half marathon a little over a month ago.  It doesn’t seem possible that first, it was over a month ago. (Who else feels like this year is just flying?)  But more importantly, that I ran that many miles.  13.1 to be exact.   You see, last summer I got this crazy idea to run Disney’s Princess … {…Read More}

Book Review – Redeeming Grace (Ruth’s Story)

I recently had the opportunity to read and review the new book Redeeming Grace, by Jill Eileen Smith.  This is a biblical fiction book based on the life and story of Ruth.  I have read other books in this series based on other women in the Bible, and was excited to see another book out based on one of my favorite Bible characters. Smith tells the story of Ruth’s marriage to Naomi’s son Mahlon, and … {…Read More}

Rediscovering my “why”…

If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I have a big place in my heart for Compassion International, and the work they are doing around the world to offer sponsorships for children in need.  I am happy to blog for Compassion and share its mission with others because I think it’s important.  It’s been awhile though, since I’ve mentioned anything about Compassion.  Lately, it’s been easy to go through the motions a little … {…Read More}

New Year, New Word… or Not.

We’ve all just turned the page on another calendar year, and the wave of opportunity and fresh starts has hit us once again.  No matter how bad or how good 2016 turned out, it’s over – and we each have been blessed with a blank slate of another year to write on.  I know that at least for me, the realization that it’s once again the time of the year to reevaluate my life and … {…Read More}

Thanksgiving blessings…

Just like that, another Thanksgiving is upon us.  (Does anyone else feel like this year flew by?) For those who have experienced loss, this can be such a bittersweet time of counting our blessings, yet feeling that ache of missing those no longer with us that churns in our hearts a little stronger around holidays.  We are definitely feeling it, but there is still so much to be grateful for, and I always want to try … {…Read More}

When the carving brings hope…

A few weeks ago, we sat down like so many other American families this time of year, to invest a night in the activity of carving pumpkins.  Now, you must understand that I make this incorrect assumption every year when we buy pumpkins and plan our carving night… that is, I tell myself that my kids are old enough to do the carving now.  I know.  Faulty.  But to justify my thoughts, my kids do … {…Read More}

The beauty of the slow brew…

I will never forget the way our house used to smell each morning after I brewed a pot of coffee. It wasn’t just any old brand of coffee, either. This was coffee made of rich Ethiopian beans that we would get through a company supporting fair trade and small business opportunities in developing countries. And, as an extra bonus, five dollars of every bag bought went to help fund our pending adoption. B never really enjoyed … {…Read More}