Having just scorched the crud out of my tongue and throat on a bubbling bowl of French Onion Soup, I’m minded to ponder the concept of waiting.
I have to do something while my soup cools.
The thing is, this soup is delicious. (It’s Alton Brown’s recipe, btw—you can find it on FoodNetwork.com.) I can tell how good it is even through the pain. But I’ll enjoy it so much more once it cools to a reasonable temperature.
I don’t want to wait. I have limited time and less patience. I want what I want when I want it.
Sarah would understand. (Sarah from the Old Testament—Abraham’s wife.) God promised them a son, she got tired of waiting, and tried to hurry God’s plan along by using her maid Hagar as a surrogate mom. Talk about getting burned; the ashes from that brilliant idea are still smoldering in the Middle East.
Waiting is hard. Waiting for test results. Waiting for God’s promise to be fulfilled. Waiting for soup to cool. But we don’t have to wait alone; God is beside us the whole time. Sometimes you can almost hear his voice, “Wait. Just wait. I don’t want you to get burned.”
How do you handle waiting?