I have done everything I have been asked to do.
I have prepared finance statements.
I have gathered tax returns, pay check stubs, bank statements, and letters of release.
I have submitted quotes and estimates for repairs and materials.
I have called faithfully to check statuses.
I have set appointments to switch all our services.
I have rescheduled appointments to switch all our services.
I have rejoiced in the upcoming events.
I have whined about the upcoming events.
I have fretted and worried about the upcoming events.
I have talked about it ad nauseum to all of my friends.
But in spite of all the things I have done, God keeps telling me to wait.
I am NOT good at waiting.
Patience is NOT one of my strong suits.
By last night, when I went to church, I was working up to crying because I am getting very frustrated.
My very good friend, L, asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I was having a hard time waiting on the Lord.
I know in my head that His timing is perfect.
I know in my head that in spite of my unfaithfulness, He is always faithful.
I know in my head that although we don't deserve blessings, He still blesses.
But getting my heart on board with my head is another matter.
L reminded me of the Israelites when they we traveling through the wilderness guided by a pillar of cloud or fire, God told them to rest in their tents until He told them it was time to move on. If they had spent the whole time fretting over when God was going to tell them it was time to go, they would not have been rested for the journey.
Okay, shutting up now.
Here I am getting more antsy by the day, and not resting in His timing.
Why do I do this to myself?
So today I am trying something new. It's called resting in my tent until God says it's time to go.
I LOVE camping!