Psalm 62:1 For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation.
My mother always told me patience is a virtue. I just was not born with much of it. I’m a doer, a fixer. I can’t stand to sit around and wait. Instead, I must keep busy. That actually helps to calm the anxious butterflies crashing against the walls of my stomach and the myriad of thoughts bouncing like BB’s back and forth in my brain.
So naturally, this is the area of discipline my fabulous Father in Heaven keeps trying to instill in me, often waiting until the eleventh hour to come through and answer my prayer, handle the situation or smooth my life back over. He knows how often I leave it at the foot of the Cross, then turn back around, pick it back up, dust it off and carry it back with me. “I feel better dumping this on you. It is not so heavy now. Thanks- I can take it from here.”
That’s it not His way, or the best way. I hear Him say, “Wait, bring that back. I have such wonderful plans of what to do with it. You’ll be amazed. ”
And then I remember that other adage of my mother’s – Good things come to those who wait. Not only does God transform the problem, or hurt, or anxiousness into something that will glorify Him, He transforms me as well – at least until I am tempted to not be patient again. Which happens.
But, I am learning! Praise Him He is the patient one – patient with me! That is one thing I can trust in above all else. And that fact alone drops me to my knees in penitence.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. 62:8
