While We Wait

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Stop waiting for Friday,

for summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life.

Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you’re in now.

~Anonymous

God’s will for us is to thrive in waiting. Not survive. Not get through. To thrive.

I’ve done a lot of waiting in my life. When my family adopted my youngest two siblings, it seemed like all we did was wait. We waited through two previous, painful failed adoptions. We waited to be matched with another birthmother who needed an adoptive family. We waited for the call saying that the birthmother was in labor. My other two siblings and I waited when my parents left for the city to get the twins. We waited for the “OK” to go home once my siblings and  joined our parents and new babies there. We waited to get home through the grueling 11-hour car ride back to our house. It was tough. We thought we would never get through. But ask any one of us; That time of waiting was one of the biggest growing times of our lives. We grew in our relationship with God and with each other in ways that we may not ever have had the opportunity to. Looking back, I can now say how grateful I am for that time of waiting. And what a major blessing we gained from that period of our lives: two beautiful, lovable children that we had the breathtaking privilege of making a part of our family.

Thinking back on that experience encourages me as I wait for other things in my life. A lot of big milestones are coming up for me this summer: I’m getting my driver’s permit, starting a job, and even starting some college classes. I’ve found myself thinking, “C’mon already, life is going to be SO boring until the summer starts!” Then BOOM God convicts me with this thought “Miriam, I don’t want you to waste this time of waiting. I want you to thrive.” Ouch. In one moment of revelation, I realized that my moping around, complaining, and worrying about the future was so, so wrong. If I don’t thrive in this time of waiting, then why would I thrive when “life starts”? I’m beginning to realize that God has given me this short period of waiting for a purpose, and I need to be taking advantage of it! I want to share with you some lyrics from one of my very favorite songs:

Here in this worn and weary land

Where many a dream has died

Like a tree planted by the water

We never will run dry

So living water flowing through God we thirst for more of You

Fill our hearts and flood our souls

With one desire

Just to know You and

To make You known

We lift Your name on High

Shine like the sun make darkness run and hide

We know we were made for so much more

Than ordinary lives

It’s time for us to more than just survive

We were made to thrive

It’s not just when life is exciting or easy, friends. We were made to thrive in every situation. And if we are “planted by the water, we never will run dry.” The only way that we can thrive is in a relationship with Christ through His Word and through prayer. I’m sick of running dry. I’m sick of living an ordinary life. I am ready to live for what I was made for, even as I’m anticipating the future. I’m ready to thrive.

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.

~Isaiah 40:31

 

3 thoughts on “While We Wait

  1. No matter what age we are, waiting is part of every day. Sometimes we’re waiting for really big things to happen … sometimes we are just waiting for the cake to bake! We are always in a hurry for something it seems. Your blog reminds us to wait productively and enjoy the moments and hours of each day even as we anticipate what is coming in the future. Really good post, Miriam!!

  2. I have a hard time waiting-sometimes I want to be older so quickly! Especially since several of my friends are older than me. This really encouraged me to stop thinking about where I want to be, but to focus on the place and time the Lord has put me in currently!:)

  3. Same here! All of my closest friends are at least a year older than me. Most of the time I don’t mind, but sometimes it’s hard to be the younger one! Thanks for commenting, Lainey.

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