Wait

It's been nearly a year since I last posted.

This past year has been full of activity: I have been blessed with countless ways to learn, serve, and build community. What a blessing to be able to do the things that I am passionate about, and I have been loving every minute of it.

But these last several months I have entered into a season of "waiting." When Christ spoke softly to me and said "wait" I didn't know what to do with myself. How does one wait?? And what exactly am I even waiting for? I wonder if it's harder for my generation to understand this concept. Everything is so available and it doesn't make sense anymore to wait.

I am learning how to depend on the Lord moment by moment. My thoughts can take me thousands of different directions each day. Waiting is a time when we can either run away to the Lord or to him. Waiting can be considered suffering, depending on the kind of waiting. Waiting for pain to go away is something nobody wants. But through suffering we can know Christ in a way that we've never known him. Recently I heard about a woman who, in her last months of her battle with cancer, cried out to Jesus and in fact she felt that He "plastered Himself" to her. She couldn't get away from Him. She couldn't stop feeling Him, couldn't stop talking about Him to everyone she knew.