Waiting.

I do not wait well, God. I do not want to wait.

I want now and hurry and immediacy.

I want rush and right this moment.

No, I do not wait well.

But there's something about Your way of coming in these impatient moments. Something about Your stillness and silence as I throw my little fits. As I rant about holiness now and growth for today I notice You sitting close

quiet

unmoved

… waiting.

Your patient way of calm listening hushes my frantic speech.

That way You sit there, unintruding, uninsisting, unfrazzled by my distressed discourse slows my thoughts, provokes curiosity and makes me wonder…

What?

What is it You want? What is it You'll say? What is it You're thinking?

I'm done, Lord, and ready for You to have Your turn.

I can wait

but only if

You

grant me the

grace

to wait well.