Waiting is not something I do patiently or
joyfully. Whether I’m waiting for a train or bus to arrive or sitting in a car
waiting for the red light to turn, waiting seems to be part of life. Most of
the time, I know that the train or bus will pull up to the stop or the light
will eventually turn green but when it comes to my future spouse, waiting
becomes so much more uncomfortable.
Back in my
romance reading days, I’d get to fall in love a hundred times and sigh to
myself when the characters got their happily ever after. The guy always seemed
so perfect (even when he wasn’t). In high school I developed a huge crush on an
upper classman who had the most incredible ice blue eyes and long, dark lashes,
and I wondered if my wait would ever be over. Even after becoming a Christian,
I still had those romantic fantasies swirling in my head only this time God
would be at the center. But he never came through the sanctuary doors.
I found myself impatiently waiting and told God, "He
better be worth the wait!"