All things come together at their own time. Sometimes I wish I could see into the future and really know what it has in store for me. I need to be patient, this much I know. But it’s so hard sometimes.
I think there’s an interesting distinction there. Waiting doesn’t always equal patience. Actually, many times it doesn’t. Our attitude is the main distinction. Will we lose hope, will we be faithful and diligent? Eagerly waiting with the knowledge that all things will work together for our good, even if we can’t see our way out in the moment.
It’s not about what we see, it’s about what God sees.
This life likes to toss us around. Whenever we get comfortable, something else comes along trying to dash it to pieces.
I’m not trying to be negative here, I’m just saying that life isn’t easy.
Maybe I’ve been playing the game for too long. I just lost it, btw, and I was doing so good, too. Sorry…
Llamas make everything better, right?
Sleep, diet, and weather all have a profound impact on me. I’m learning this more and more as time goes on. Even though external factors can influence how I feel, am I not still responsible for taking care of myself enough to not allow those things to get in the way?
Patience is a daily struggle for me. I’m always hoping, always waiting, always rushing. When maybe, maybe I’m supposed to enjoy this time right here and right now that God has given me. Maybe the waiting serves a greater purpose that I cannot understand in this moment in time.
I don’t see it all, I can’t. There was a time that I thought I did, but my life is so different now than how I would have imagined. Maybe I was naive, maybe I made some mistakes that lead me to where I am today. No matter what the reason, the fact is, I’m here right now.
God still has a plan and a purpose, even when I’m too blind to see it. I will often become absorbed and consumed with my own feelings of guilt or worthlessness that I ignore all the good around me, and all the good I have to give.
How is that right? It isn’t.
Oh selfishness, how I hate thee.
Anyway, I feel like I’ve been going on for too long. Right now, I struggle to see, but that doesn’t mean that I’m right. It doesn’t mean that God’s abandoned me, even if I’ve abandoned myself. I know that with time everything will all work out, and it is that hope and that faith that I cling to.