In our hurry up society, most waiting time is complaining time. We do not like to wait on that trainee at the cash register. We do not want to wait for those two people in front of us to get their oil changed. And, we are in such a hurry, that we often finish other people's sentences. Maybe today, instead of hurrying up so we can . . . wait, we should just spend those few minutes . . . waiting. Why not take a few minutes to let the Lord rescue you from your problem? Why not take a few moments and wait to do the urgent thing and instead do the important thing. Why not look forward to the waiting just to see what God will do in those moments? Maybe today we need to experience the joy of waiting.
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I know that there are lots of important places on the web where you could be. This isn't one of the nicest or most thought provoking but it is a place where you can find balance in your daily life. So take some time away from a hectic world and spend some time adding stability to your day.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
In A Hurry
It was 1:30 am when we left the house this morning. After a pretty much sleepless night, we were all in a hurry to get to Hawaii. So we hurried to McHale PAC and . . . waited. Then we hurried up to get on the bus and . . . waited. We hurried up to get the airport and . . . waited. The plane hurried to Arizona where we have waited for 3 hours. It seems we spend a lot of time hurrying up so we can wait. But I wonder in what moments we would be more likely to wait on the Lord. Do we hear The Lord best in our hurry up mode. Do we hear him, in the words of VeggieTales, when we are "busy, busy, frightfully busy." Or could it just be in those moments of waiting that God is most inclined to speak to you. It is no wonder that Solomon wrote the words in Proverbs 20:22, "Wait on The Lord and He will rescue you." I don't know about you, but I can get so frustrated in the waiting that my God ears do not hear him very well. In those moments of waiting, I can miss the very thing that God is trying to tell me. And it could be that playing the game, Old Maid, with my daughter in the airport concourse is the blessing that God wanted for me all along.
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