Impatience is going to be the end of me.
I battle it daily. For one reason or another, I am always in a season of waiting.
It follows me like a creepy ex-boyfriend.
Yet, if I am smart, those seasons become the best harvests.
I am not sure if you are familiar with farming or not, but here's an analogy for you. When you set out to grow anything, you have to prepare the soil before the seed ever touches it. You pierce a hole into the ground to house that seed. And cover it.
Now all that seed "sees" is darkness. All the farmer can see is what is to come.
The water comes, nearly drowns the seed, and recedes. And time passes.
The farmer continues to wait and prepare the soil around what will become the plant. And dreams of it bearing fruit.
I feel like I am that seed. Hunkered down in my dark waiting room, waiting for my name to be called.
Nearly drowning, then raising to new life.
Oh friend, the moment we enter into our new season, we look completely different. For the good.
I cannot tell you how long I have craved the title "Mama". The adoption/foster care process is stretching me into an even deeper season of waiting. God has granted me the sweet knowledge of how much I have grown over these seasons and how much more beautiful that name will be because of the waiting.
You may be waiting for something too. Something deep or something small. No matter what you are waiting on, don't resist the season. Get ready for how amazing the new one will be for you.
It will be just that.
Love and Laughter,