Wait.
Wait some more.
Wait still.
To be told to wait is uncomfortable. To have to wait may feel unbearable. And yet, I am convinced life is designed around a waiting experience.
We are waiting. And that is not the problem.
The challenge set before us is whether we will learn to wait well. And the only way to get better at waiting is by waiting.
I am a recovering impatient person. I used to find it difficult to wait for things. The epitome of my impatience became evident during my high school senior year.
During my sophomore year in high school I discovered I was really good at math. Since I had gone through a long process of learning English as a second language, I think I just gravitated towards the ease and the universality of numbers and calculations. Since I was able to grasp mathematical concepts easily, I always looked forward to tests so I could prove to myself how good I was getting. And I hated waiting for test results.
However, after having to endure the wait of the teachers’ grading process for two years, my senior year I would no longer have to wait. My senior year math teacher was amazingly sweet and accommodating. After a couple of times of me asking her to check the result of a question or two, she took pity on my impatience. Eventually, she started grading my tests as soon as I handed them to her.
In my youth, I wanted everything rushed and fast. However, the wisdom in aging and maturing is that we learn to slow down and appreciate the process and the purpose behind the wait. What used to feel like delay now feels like preparation.
That same girl who hated waiting for test scores turns 40 this year. And has never been married.
I certainly did not expect my singleness story to be this long and to have this many chapters. I’ve prayed, hoped, cried, surrendered, rinsed and repeated. There were times I tried to rush the process, and times when I grew weary.
But what I now know is that God does not rush anything.
Singleness isn’t a punishment or a problem to escape. It’s a season of preparation. An invitation to trust God with things unseen and that even in this He is working.
I’ve learned that the goal of waiting is not to wait perfectly, rather we are invited to wait faithfully.
In this life, we wait.
You may be waiting for healing.
You may be waiting for direction.
You too may be waiting for a spouse.
Even if or when we receive the desires of our hearts, we’re still waiting. We wait for His return, for the promise of restoration, and for the day he makes all things new.
In my waiting, I’ve learned to long for what matters most: not just marriage, but Jesus.
So I wait. Not perfectly. But more patiently. More expectantly. And definitely not alone.
Will you wait?
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