Waiting

Waiting. Such a nasty word with absolute horrible conatation. So much anxiety that develops when a person waits for a certain period of time. If anxiety is high enough then time seems to pass much slower than normal. As if your brain goes into a short slow motion game.

There are so many reasons humans have to wait in life, and boy do Americans hate this idea and practice of waiting. 

Waiting room. Not even for a serious health cause, just for a check-up. But in the waiting room you being to ponder and consider that since you are waiting sooo incredibly long that maybe the doctor will create a mystical disease no one else in the world has.

Airports. Goodness gracious. Not only are there people waiting, but there are hundreds, thousands of people waiting in board an airplane to venture off to some far away vacation, or visit a friend, business trip, the list continues. But there is always this feeling that no one in their right mind desires to wait for over an hour to board a air vehicle, where you continue to wait to land.

Race. This word is all to familiar to me as I was a competitive swimmer and runner in high school days, then ran in college as well. If I had an appointment with a psychologist, I'm sure if she asked me to name the steps to high anxiety and how to get there I could name them in a heart beat. Not even what was occurring,  but the feelings of stress, the smell, taste and even temperatures of waiting.

There is nothing wrong with waiting. Waiting in line at a theme park, for a table at a resturant, for a phone call, an email, a baby to be born, test results, men to propose. The list could go on and on. But why in our world have we created anxiety with the waiting game. Waiting has always been apart of our lives and always will be.

I've heard people say, "Journey is greater than the destination". And this all may be true. But why can't we enjoy the small things that occur during that journey.

I feel college students more than most are ALL about the destination. Maybe this is because our society continually questions about what they are going to do with their life. This might give us a glimpse of what priorities our American population has. I mean think about it, from the time our children can talk they receive the question, "what do you want to be when you grow up"? And one would think this is the only time this question is presented. NOPE. He is asked in kindergarten, eighth grade graduation, high school graduation, EVERY sinking social event in college you are asked what your major is.

Maybe our society has forgotten that there is more to a human being than their job. That questioning their position right now in life is where they are suppose to be. And just like many people throughout the worlds history have had to wait. For days, months, and even years.

Which leads me to believe that if the journey truly is greater than the destination, greater in time, in value. Learning during the waiting period might even be greater than what we learn during the complete and final destination. Maybe listening to the Lord is why He created the purpose of waiting in the first place. Quieting our rushed and weary souls can open up new doors, new adventures and new friendships. Who knows, maybe the destination that was pictured all along will begin to take a completely different mold.

Ps. 130:5-6 "I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning".