God's Waiting Room

Waiting is such a hard thing to do. It's even harder if you aren't very patient. When Steven and I lived in Pensacola, FL, I began working a temorary job. Since the job was not permanent, I was waiting on one that was. I vented my frustrations one night to a very special friend at church about how I was tired of waiting around for a job and tired of waiting to be called in for an interview somewhere. Mrs. Anna, who is definitely wise beyond her years, told me that although I was waiting, I was waiting in the best possible place...God's waiting room. I stopped to think for just a second about what she actually meant. If I was in God's waiting room, then that had to mean God was going to take care of me. He was going to see to it that something worked out where I would not have to be so impatient for much longer.

It's been two years since that conversation and I still think about it a lot, especially since I am in God's waiting room once again. I feel so frustrated waiting for a job. Since our move to Cleveland, TN, I have been searching and applying for jobs for the past four months. I know God has a plan for me. But why is it so hard to be patient and wait on God's timing? I think the reason for this might be because we live in an instant society. People are so used to getting what they want when they want it. The thing that most people don't realize though is that everything happens in God's timing, not their own. This is something that even I struggle with a lot. I feel that things have to be done right away and that they can't get done soon enough.

Last night I was humbly reminded why it is so important to wait. On Tuesday nights, we have a Bible study with our youth group. One of our guys had a bookmark stuck in his Bible and it had the following verse on it, "But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31. I told him how much I liked that verse and how much it meant to me. Later on that night he told me he wanted me to have the bookmark. As I read the passage again, I couldn't help but realize just how much I needed that. It was also a loving remidner that I am still in God's waiting room. I'm not there just because I'm waiting on a job. I'm there for lots of reasons, many of which I don't know about yet. Even though it's hard sometimes to be patient and wait, it is important that we wait on God's timing for everything. I couldn't think of a more perfect place to wait than God's waiting room.