The Wait.

It seems were always waiting.
As a child we wait for Santa Claus to come down the chimney, our birthday party once a year, our first tooth to fall out, our Dad to come home from work, the first time to wear make-up and see PG-13 movies, the first time to fly in an airplane.
Then we wait to see if we made the volleyball team or the cheerleading squad, we wait to get asked to prom, for the day we rule the school as "seniors", to get the SAT score back, the big step when we apply to college and anxiously await responses.
Eventually, we move away from home and wait for the adventure college holds.
In college life stands still and we never want to leave the never-ending-vacation, but theres still something lingering in us that is waiting for something more.
There is a whole life out there waiting for us to find it, or it to find us.

As much as I have always wanted to get over this whole phase of waiting, I think theres much to be said about this idea of waiting that shows up again and again in our lives.

I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God. Psalm 38:15

When we are in waiting we feel uncertain and unsure, we ask ourselves, "On what is my hope based?" "Where do I find joy and comfort again?" We find none in the contemplation of the world itself, in man and his pursuits; in the course of things so shadowy and so mysterious, we ultimately find ourselves contemplating God.

The contemplation of a world so vain, so shadowy, so mysterious leads us away from expecting to find what we need in the world or finding a solution to the questions which confuse us...ultimately this contemplation brought on by the "wait" leads us to the great God who is infinitely wise, and who can meet all the necessities of our inadequate human nature. In his own time, our Lord can solve all these mysteries, so why not wait on Him and not our own desire to control and understand?

And so today I will wait. I am going to be here, present to what life hands me. And when its time to be somewhere else, I will be there...present to what life hands me there.

Are we supposed to be comfortable or always living in Trust?