“[You] said you were overwhelmed and discouraged. I want to tell you something a dear older “grandma” told us last winter- ‘This is the waiting and patience time,’” a friend messaged me last night.
Yeah, the waiting and patience time. Here it was again. Not the exact same words, perhaps, but the same message that God has been pressing on my heart for the past few months with more and more clearness. The same message I finally caught on to a few weeks ago.
For a while, many areas in my life have been racing, speeding forward. But the last few months, they’ve started to slow down. Not completely . . . just for now. I’m in this in-between season where I’m leaving behind an intense season and preparing to enter another very involved season . . . but right now I’m somewhere in the middle.
The middle isn’t always the best place to be. The middle of the back seat of the car. The middle of an argument. And not just being in the middle, but stopping or pausing in the middle. The middle of the road. The middle of a shower. The middle of a book.
We’re not in the beginning, and we’re not in the end. We’re not in the valley, and we’re not on the mountain. Things are hazy and confusing, but just little enough that we don’t take it seriously.
Right now, I’m in the middle. I’m in between. I’m in a waiting and patience time. And maybe you are too. Each of us goes through different seasons in life, and I don’t know where you’re at right this moment. But there is one season that everyone lands in every so often, and that’s a waiting season.
The thing is, it’s not just a waiting time. It’s “a waiting and patience” time. And patience. Not just a waiting because the elevator doors won’t open yet, and we’re stuck. A waiting because we know that this is where God has us right now. Even if we have a bunch of questions. A partly-voluntary waiting.
I don’t like waiting very much in a lot of ways. Waiting to get somewhere. Waiting for changes. Waiting for something I know is going to happen. Waiting to be able to do something. Waiting to become an adult. Waiting to finish school. Waiting for my future husband. Waiting for God’s promises.
Waiting is hard. But while it will likely always come with a degree of struggle—all seasons seem to—that doesn’t mean it has to be miserable. Writing is hard, but I love it and can’t imagine what I’d do without it. Sports are hard, but so many athletes feel the same way about it that I do about writing. Hiking is hard, but my mom loves it.
Something can be hard and still be a good, enjoyable thing.
Patience means waiting with trust. Trusting God. It’s as simple and as difficult as that. One of the biggest reasons that many of us find waiting hard is because of the unknowns. We have questions but no answers, options but no choices, deadlines but no timelines.
Or maybe you’re like me right now, and you know what’s next. And part of you is so ready for it. You struggle to hold yourself back and wait like you know you need to. But you know that if you pursued it, you could stop waiting right now, even if it isn’t the best choice.
That’s why it’s not just the waiting time. It’s the waiting and patience time. 🙂
So I challenge you: enjoy the season you are in. Maybe you are in a waiting season. Maybe you are in a battle season. Maybe you are on the mountaintop, or in the valley, or halfway up the hill. But enjoy it! Delight in God in it. Be patient in the waiting and faithful in the fighting.
In this with you,
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello, my name is Sara! I’m seventeen years old, I am a black-mold fighter, and I like to read, write, act, make jewelry, and have adventures. Most of which tend to be with my family whether it’s a long hike up a mountain or a fun new board game. I also write for Th!nk magazine, a free, online, Christian magazine: mythinkmag.wordpress.com. One of my favorite Scriptures is Psalm 34:5: “Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.”