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Young Lady, Wait Just a Little Longer.


In a world that needs us to be constantly active, how do you justify a virtue like patience. I have been doing some self evaluation and I realize that this is a trait that eludes me greatly. I do not know how to wait. I always considered this a great trait my impatience; bragging how impatient I am constantly reminding people that my time is valuable. But every day I am shamed as I encounter this trait in my husband. That man can wait for nations. 
                              
                                  
                     
I have never gotten it but I have always respected other peoples patience. I keep finding myself thinking all these minutes of inaction, all this time spent waiting how do you know that what you are waiting for will come to pass. I also realized while being action lady and watching that a big trait of people who are impatient eg. myself, is a severe lack of faith in anything. You can't trust the Lord you don't have faith in any of his promises. So this spills into an inability to trust even the people we love. Naturally of course it took a village to nurture and foster my inability to trust anyone but myself. 
This trait used to annoy me endlessly in my mother. She is a very patient person so you can imagine having to grow up with that and wondering why people aren't moving heaven and earth to meet my needs. But this is the part about growing up that I love "learning"! The clarity that experience offers as we begin to find the lost explanations to questions we have always had. 
This morning I was reading a devotional and the topic was on waiting so yes that's what inspired this post. Especially for us who believe in God, we are taught from an early age that God will meet us at our points of need but we never really take it to heart. 
Along with this promise he also asks us to wait on and for him in faith. This we hear too but never really grasp the meaning. 
                                
When we have been  jaded by life so we tend to rely more on our own powers and that's is what causes us to worry constantly and get tired so easily. We won't sit by a drying brook and wait for God to give us the answer to our prayer. No never! instead, "Most of us would have become anxious and tired and would have made other plans long before God spoke... We would have ...begun pacing back and forth on the withering grass, worrying about our predicament. And probably, long before the brook actually dried up, we would have devised some plan, asked God to bless it, and headed elsewhere" **after all heaven helps those who help themselves.

How do you reconcile you patience with hard work how do you not think of your inaction as laziness. Of course there are cases where the answer to our prayers will be to forge forward in faith but how will we know when an answer will come with us just being faithful and trusting in God's ability to meet us at our point of need. I do not have the answers to any of this. And while I am aware of my error and my recurring unbelief, I know that despite my best efforts to try I will still stumble and take matters into my hands. 

I guess this is where complete trust comes in. I will  have to trust God to have my back on this. I will have to trust him to send reminders like this my way once in a while or as often as he sees it necessary especially when in need. Those little reminders to wait and trust and have my strength renewed.
                              

So like psalm 27 vs 14 reminds us wait on the Lord, patiently wait.

you can check out 1kings 17 (in the bible naturally) for context on the drying brook. Joshua 17. Vs 17 and 18 is an example of when we can forge forward.
As Nigerians I guess we will love the Joshua one as when we go to church most times there is a constant reminder of the violent and how they take it by force. ;)

 XO

**Excerpt from Streams In the Desert Reading Plan Day 4, YouVersion Bible App By Bibilica Inc.

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