Who can tolerate waiting longer than feels appropriate? We transformed our house with Christmas this weekend, and by the end of it Jack was desperate for Christmas to be here. For him, the next twenty days are going to feel like twenty weeks. I’ll be so busy it will feel like a blink. Is that a definition of being old?
I used to be so impatient that I’d jump in and finish sentences for people because I couldn’t bear their slow search for the words. Shameful. God has had interesting ways to teach me patience over the years. Four pregnancies was a good starter, as soon as I found out I was pregnant I wanted to hold my baby. And then came the terrible twos, that’s a situation which can test the sturdiest patience, I should know I’m doing it for the fifth time. Perhaps the greatest test of patience I’ve been asked to endure is waiting for our adoption. Once we identified Kira as our baby at ten weeks old, it was excruciating to wait until she was nine months old to get our hands on her. And that was a fast process by international standards. Anything and everything could have gone wrong to keep us apart, and it would have been easier to endure shards of glass in my eye.
To begin, I stand on the truth that God’s timing is perfect. It’s proven in the exact timing of the birth of Christ after so many prophesies about it hundreds of years before it happened. I’m realizing there is so much to learn while waiting. I believe God will make me wait because he expects me to figure a few things out before I can reach the goal, and if I fail to understand key points, I’ll fail to manage what He has for me to do. What I do while waiting is critically important. Seeking him to show me my shortcomings and getting busy making improvements is good use of the waiting time.
We are waiting now for news from Uganda about starting a new orphanage. It’s tempting to sit and feel sorry for ourselves while we wait. We have to start over, and we are eager to begin, but we have to wait for so many far away lines to intersect at the same point in time. So what can we do with ourselves while we wait, that’s the question. Be busy for God, serve, study, and pray. And believe that perseverance reaches a goal. I know for sure God has goals for Kirabo Seeds, so we wait, we persevere, we watch for the green light. And when those lines finally intersect I think it will look like a sparkly star, but not as bright as the one that led the wise men to baby Jesus.
Maybe patience is like taffy. It could get stuck in our teeth if we try to chew it straight on, but if we stretch it, knead it, warm it, and suck on it slowly the sweet flavor offers so much pleasure I hardly notice the time it takes to melt it down. Also it is similar to reading God’s word versus meditating on it. When I read it I find it interesting and useful, then my mind moves to other thoughts. When I meditate on a verse, well, it becomes a firm and solid piece to the framework of my thinking. If I get what I hope for right away, do I appreciate it as much as when I wait longer than feels comfortable?
So I ask God daily, what do you want us to learn while we wait? And I ask Jack the same question, how shall we use our time while we wait? He looks at the advent calendar, counts down, and says “that’s a good question.” I’m sure he’ll come up with some good ideas.