My intention when I started this blog was to do a post about once a week. Yeah, I failed. Sorry for the absence! I’ve been busy with a summer job and traveling to see family.
Last week I traveled right from voice therapy in Pittsburgh to visit my sister, brother-in-law, and two nieces in Philly. I’m pretty obsessed with them. I mean, look! Aren’t they stinkin’ adorable (I’m talking about my nieces obviously)?
Fiona is in the picture on the left. She is two years old and just learning to talk! Two of her favorite words to use are “moh”, which in English means “more”, and “peaz” which is her best shot at “please”. And like any other two year old she often says “more please” in reference to food and drink. So anytime during my visit when Fiona was in her high chair I would hear, “Moh? Moh? Moh?” The request was followed by my sister or brother-in-law gently saying, “Patience Fi.” or “Please be patient” and ” Use your patience Fiona.” Fiona would respond with “Peaz? Peaz?”. Can you guess where I’m headed with this?
Over the past few years I’ve learned a lot about patience. No doubt, I’m still learning about it. In a culture that thrives off of technology, we have grown accustomed to speed and instant gratification. Right? You don’t need me to tell you that the minute your internet slows down you become frantic or when your fast food order isn’t in your hands in 6 minutes you start to complain. How about when Netflix has a glitch? It’s annoying. And yes, I will guiltily admit that I’m the person who turns to the last page of the book because it takes too long to read the entire thing to find out what happens (go ahead, shame me). We like things to be done as quickly as possible. Maybe that’s why I’ve struggled with patience.
During high school I used to gently set timelines for God. They were timelines for healing. My Junior year, I ask that He would heal me by the fall of Senior year. I wanted to be in the fall musical and figured a few months was enough time for the doctors to treat me. When that didn’t happen I asked that I would be healed by the spring so that I could do theater and participate in choir concerts. That didn’t happen either. It eventually got to the point where instead of setting a “deadline” for God I would simply say to Him “please, please heal me”. Although my prayer avoided a timeline, in my heart I was asking for healing to come soon. With that mindset, my frustration grew the longer I dealt with voice problems. I felt like all I could do was wait and wait and wait some more.
I would complain to my parents about the time I had spent waiting. I would bring up the fact that it had been two years since I had sung. I was tired of waiting for God to heal me. More than once my dad would remind me of Hannah (1 Samuel 1,2). Hannah waited for years and years to become pregnant. She prayed without ceasing that God would give her a child. Finally in her old age she became pregnant with Samuel. Talk about patience. I’m a wimp if I’m exhausted after 2 years!
Just like Fiona is told to be patient when she is eager for something, it’s like God says to me “Patience Abby, be patient.”
I think I’ve learned a lot about what it means to wait for healing but lately I find myself wrestling to get immediate answers, clarity, and guidance from God about bigger questions and future decisions. It’s been tempting to say that God has been silent but my mom used to say that God responds to every prayer request with yes, no, or wait. We don’t always know why God asks us to be patient and wait but we trust that His timing is perfect and His ways are good.
Funny how that theme of trust and hope keeps popping up 😉
Romans 12:12 “Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”
**Stay tuned for a post about something sweet!