So I am here waiting.
And I’m going to be okay.
Cause you use waiting to make us ready.
And usually I try uselessly to push through the delay,
I push and, like air, the waiting rushes away from my fingertips,
My hands soar through it and contact nothing,
And I flail my limbs and I try to run and fall,
And I get mad that either I’m failing or you’re not working.
I’m doing okay. And you’re working.
But while I’m looking around for you to change things,
You’re trying to work in me,
And I’ve known that forever, but it’s finally hitting me,
You’ve been trying to get me this message and like air,
I move around your fingertips so you never make contact.
You’ve made contact.
I was finally standing still for long enough.
And I’m going to pray for you to hurry things along,
I’m going to pray for opportunities and guidance,
And the courage to follow you, and the push, of grace,
But I’m going to change my waiting stance,
I’m going to have joy in the days nothing happens,
Because I know something is happening,
I’m going to love waiting because it’s happening weather I fight it,
I can’t flight it,
So I’m going to love it,
I’m going to love the character building journey,
If nothing’s changing I will,
And maybe my situation will be influenced,
By seeing Yahweh work in me,
I’m going to have smiles and love for life,
Even when it doesn’t feel productive,
It’s called patience,
I’ve been very bad at enjoying life when it doesn’t seem to be moving,
But this standstill, maybe this treadmill,
All this running and seeing no difference,
Has made my legs a whole lot stronger,
And soon I’ll be ready to run the distance.