Sometimes I get very impatient.
Okay, usually I am very impatient.
I want what I want, and I want it now. Because at the time, I think I know exactly what it is that I want.
Often, I find out eventually that, wow, that was not at all what I wanted, and I’m very glad it didn’t come to pass.
But that moment, the waiting: that’s the hardest moment of all to live through. That’s where faith comes in, I think.
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen,” says Hebrews 11:1, Ye Olde King James Version. Obviously, the “evidence of things not seen” here refers to God’s promises, and as a Christian I believe it with my whole soul: I’m more than relieved that there’s Someone who knows more about things than I do in control, making sure all the pieces of my seemingly chaotic life fit together in the end.
But whether it’s faith in karma, yourself, God or humanity, faith is what gets us all through uncomfortable periods. We struggle to see the better times ahead, but we trust that they will come. We just have to wait for them.
Waiting is seldom the passive activity it seems to be. I’m not the same person I was two years ago or even two weeks ago. I cannot know, in the snapshot of time I see, what will truly be best for me down the road. So despite my frustration at having to experience the slow, painful process of finding the right job, the best church, local friends, a good guy, the right city, I know that waiting is infinitely better than living with the consequences of acting rashly in my own current wisdom. That wisdom will change tomorrow, when new things come to light. It’s not until that wisdom finally becomes wisdom — not until it matures and its growth slows — that I’ll be really equipped to make the right decision.
That’s why the best things take time.