Hurry up and wait!

We’ve been traveling in the car twelve hours. My body longs to eat and rest, splash water on my face.

Look at the map. Calculate the distance. How much longer till we’re there? “There” is a hotel room reserved with my name.

But we’re in the middle of rush hour traffic. Breathe deep, try to relax as five lanes of speeding vehicles zip by me, ride my bumper, cut me off. All trying to get ahead.We almost miss our exit. Make a wrong turn. Hit a detour. Wait for the light to change.

Impatience and frustration become my travel companions.

Not unlike my life.

Always in a hurry, but forced to wait. Earn a degree, find a spouse, have a baby, get a job, house, promotion, vacation, retirement, grand babies, fill in the blank________. List changes, never ends.

I’ll be happy when…

I’ll smell the roses when…

I’ll follow God when…I get where I’m going.

Sometimes I feel like Moses and the Israelite nation wandering the desert for years, wondering why God won’t lead me to the Promise Land sooner. Knowing God is present, but tired of waiting. So I grumble and rebel. (Numbers 14)

Like the Israelite nation who let fear and unbelief keep me from moving forward. Then take matters into my own hands, and forge ahead without God’s leading, inviting disaster because I refuse to trust God and obey His directions.

If only I could learn to walk out this life, one day at a time? Trust God in the desert and detours?

Knowing there’s value even in this?

Then I’ll have arrived…………

Author: Karen Foster

I'd like to say I've changed, but after decades of living, I still have the same four passions. My relationship with Jesus, spending time with family, attending live theater, and writing devotions & first-person stories about a loving, faithful God who reveals Himself in our every day circumstances. View all posts by Karen Foster