This morning, God brought to mind the frequent recurrence of waiting that I experience, and hushed me for a moment. I needed to be hushed because I was growing a little impatient this week, and I needed to know that I was not alone and that there was purpose in it. Now! God is so merciful to show his impatient daughter time and again that there is purpose in the waiting. Why did I need this reminder? Well, although I have been a Christian for awhile, when I scan social media or read the news, everyone is doing something… something great seems to be happening for them, or something really tangible seems to be going on. As in more tangible than the ever piling load of dishes I seem to do endlessly. Even when I look in books or do a Bible study for inspiration, especially in the New Testament, I notice people are pretty busy and bustling and lots of amazing things were being accomplished. Of course Jesus did tell Martha to sit down and rest, still….

On the days when the things I accomplish are intangible or boring to society, although necessary, like diapering, etc., or helping a child through an allergic coughing fit (lot of those with Melody these days), I don’t really feel like a biblical hero though I long to be one, and in some ways am totally rocking the call to be a mom when I do this well. Anyway, this is what I reflected on today. However, when I thought about it for a few minutes, I felt God likening the waiting to many other stories in His Word, the stories in the Old Testament. Basically, the whole book encompasses waiting for the Messiah in the New Testament at large, and in the individual treatments, you see stories of biblical characters waiting constantly, such as Jacob waiting a total of fourteen years for Rebekah’s hand in marriage, Joseph waiting in prison for a number of years, Abraham and Sarah waiting their entire fertility period for a baby, the Israelites waiting in the desert, and so many more stories that I would take all day to write about them, which I frankly don’t have since the dishes are, after all, calling my name.

My point is, it isn’t God telling us that waiting is a bad thing. He is usually the author of the wait, if we are doing our best, and still seem to be waiting. I guess I needed to realize that I will always be waiting for something or other. Let’s face it, as Christians we are always ultimately waiting and anticipating this day of heaven, and comparing unconsciously every experience to it, which is always underrated even if our Facebook snapshots catch us in a glimpse of heaven of earth (which I adore btw). Let’s try to remember this when we are impatient. It’s the journey, clearly, that we are judged by, not just the curtain call.

So, I am left with (mostly) peace about this wait. Peace that there are days to accomplish, days to rest, and many, many days to wait while accomplishing smaller things. In these days, I’d like to do good, and I know I will. It may not be exciting good, and that is okay. A lot of the time, I am just doing my “Eve” job of helping my husband to thrive in the workplace, and helping my children to thrive in the world, while I sit on the sidelines and cheer. In these times, I must embrace that I was called to them, to wait expectantly for God to carry me to the dreams in my heart in His timing, and to find ways that the actual wait can be part of that dream, since after all, being with my dear children and husband were a dream come true, the best one I’ll ever know this side of Heaven.