Surprise, surprise: I haven't arrived yet.
It was about two years ago that the Lord birthed in me this idea of a book. note: before I ever wanted to be someone, I knew I wanted to write a book. Even if it no one would know about it, I just wanted the comfort of knowing my book is sitting somewhere in a shelf. But the book would be about the discipline of waiting. "UGH!!!!!! WHY LORD?!!!" was my reaction. Trust me, my child tantrums were/are a sight with the Lord. Talk about attractive >_>
Yet, two years later, I am waiting once again! And darn tired of it.
Mix a little impatience with discontentment and you have a recipe for ultimate disaster & meltdowns during my quiet times. Listen, you just be thankful it's been quiet around here.
Words like steadfastness, love, hope, faith, purification, 'perfect timing' & sanctification can sure get on your nerves pretty fast. Between this chaos & school, I was desperate to create something, to paint on a canvas. It just feels like my emotions come in color tubes that explode in a surface and exit my body. I talked to the Lord, asking Him to give me something that described me right here, right now.
He confirmed the obvious; "Waiting" was the only word He said.
Ok, so I'm waiting; give me a picture of this 'waiting'.
[Insert intense moment here: This is when the Lord blows my mind and shuts me up with His glory. Like really, I should've seen it coming!]
to be continued...