That’s what I saw on the license plate of the car in front of me. I was at an extremely low point in my life. A self-inflicted, turning-from-God point in my life. I didn’t know how to get where I needed to go. But God did. He told me, “Wait.”
I hate waiting. Waiting in line to check out at the store. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the doctor to call back. Waiting for the medication to start working. Waiting for an agent to offer representation. Waiting for a publisher to offer a contract. Waiting for my books to hit the shelves. Waiting to find out if my writing has had any impact on anyone at all. Waiting to find out what it is God has in store for me . . .
When I saw that license plate, it spoke to my heart and told me to hang on, God had everything under control. But since then, I’ve realized waiting for God can mean several things.

  • Wait for his plan. I have my own plan and I don’t mind telling you it’s pretty fabulous. But if I’m smart, I’ll wait and make sure my plan matches God’s before I act on it.
  • Wait until God changes the situation. Or not. When life gets really, really hard I want Him to fix everything. Sometimes I need to go through the hard thing. It’s time to grit my teeth and wait.
  • Wait ON God. Like a waitress. Like a servant. My job is to do God’s work, to serve Him. And if he orders the complicated souffle that takes forever to perfect, so be it.

I don’t see myself suddenly embracing waiting anytime soon. But I can, at least, embrace the knowledge that waiting is shaping me, molding me into the woman God has in mind.