On Waiting

Waiting is such an interesting state in which to find oneself. You want to be able to move forward, but you can’t for whatever reason. Usually, the reason you can’t move forward is out of your control.

In this case, I’m waiting for our baby to come. Waiting to go into labor. It is an interesting thing to be waiting for in that I am excited to meet our baby and to no longer be pregnant. At the same time, I’m not really looking forward to labor and the pain/discomfort it involves. So, here I am, waiting for something that is equally unexciting (labor) and exciting (meeting our baby).

Every night I go to sleep wondering if tonight will be the night, or if tomorrow will be the day. Each morning, I awake and think, “Well, perhaps today or tonight. We’ll see.”

For the most part, I don’t feel anxious in the waiting, for which I am grateful. I do feel an anticipation, even an excitement in the waiting. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a bit of annoyance at the waiting. I definitely feel a smallness in that there is really nothing I can do to change my circumstance. I just have to wait.

I recently read this quote by Joyce Meyer, “Patience is not simply the ability to wait, it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.” I definitely want to wait well. To let waiting build patience. To let waiting lead me to a place of rest in God’s timing. To let waiting and resting make me a more enjoyable person to be around because fretting and fussing is not enjoyable to be around. At the end of the day, I want to be patient in the waiting because soon enough the circumstances will change. Soon enough, he’ll be here, and no amount of anxiety will bring him any quicker.