Have Patience, Dear

In today’s culture, we become so easily impatient and restless in our lives (and with God) when things aren’t moving at the pace we want or how we want them to — when really, sometimes we are where we are for a reason.

I’ve been reading through the Old Testament lately and there has been a theme that keeps repeatedly popping out to me:

Patience.

Did you know it’s estimated that it took Noah about 100 years to just build the ark that he and his family later inhabited for almost an entire year.

Job was brutally tested (mentally and physically), all while not having the slightest clue as to why he was actually experiencing so much pain and loss. It wasn’t until much later that God answered Job’s demand for “why“.

Moses wandered around with the (ungrateful) Israelites for 40 years, yet never even stepped upon the land that God had promised him and his descendants; Moses died with the sight of the land spread before him.

Do you see what I’m saying? These are just a few of the many examples of those in the Word who exemplify true patience and faith.

In today’s culture, we become so easily impatient and restless in our lives (and with God) when things aren’t moving at the pace we want or how we want them to — when really, sometimes we are where we are for a reason.

We may feel like nothing is really happening, but later on, we can sure look back and just be in awe at how things all worked out and played together by His own hand and perfect timing.

Has it happened to you? Have you, or are you, questioning God and His timing?

I have before. And you know what? When I look back, I’m almost always happy that things didn’t go the way I wanted them to.

So have patience, Dear.

His plan and timing is always best.

 

*edit*

The irony of this post is, yesterday, the same day I wrote this post, I was told a few hours later that my position at my job was getting cut — effective immediately — due to the overtaking of the company. I was given no “heads-up” whatsoever. This isn’t exactly what I would consider “perfect timing” considering a roommate just moved out and my wedding is exactly 3 weeks away.

God sure does have a sense of humor, doesn’t He? Almost as if He Himself is testing me on the very thing I decided to write about.

But it’s okay.

Things change.

Life happens.

And He is still in control.