I’ve been wanting to kick start this blog for a while now. I even had a long, multi paragraph dissertation written for New Years, but since deleted it. It just didn’t feel right. It felt shallow, swallowed up in the shadows of the world. Too many times I find myself reverting back to what I know, taught to me by some of the best professors the media can hire. We are saturated in every day stuff, most of it isn’t necessarily bad, but all of it temporary.
I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting. I will continue to wait. I hate waiting. I actually work for a company that uses the tagline “skip the line”. We all hate waiting don’t we? Those days, months and years when time seems to fly by like a 747, yet we seem to be standing still, our feet firmly planted in cement shoes. Why is that? What do we feel so stagnant in a world that seems to move so fast? Lately I’ve felt like the planet is moving by me at the speed of a Japanese bullet train. Is it a product of turning 40 this past year? Possibly. Knowing that 1/2 of your life is now in the rear view mirror can provide some unwanted perspective. Is it that I’m not working hard enough at life or maybe I’m just not moving in the right direction? I do have a tendency to overanalyze when I should just be jumping into the deep end with both feet.
I don’t have all the answers, but I’m convinced that “waiting” is God’s way of telling us he’s got this. It’s his way of telling us that we really are powerless. If we could magically change our lives by snapping our fingers, that would imply that we somehow share control with God. And while most days I feel like I’m the man, I’m not. And every day I have to wait on something, I need to thank God that his timing is perfect and that waiting will ultimately lead to a life fulfilled, a life with purpose and a life with joy. Help me Lord to wait on you.
You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near.