Wait For It…

New passportThe last decade of life I’ve done a lot of travel, and with that travel came a lot of waiting.

Waiting in TSA security lines, waiting to board planes, waiting to take off, and waiting to land.

Sometimes when you’re waiting to land, your plane is put in a holding pattern, which always drives me nuts. You’re looking at the in-flight screen and can see the red line going in circles. You  know the airport is within miles, but because of traffic or weather or whatever issue your plane has been requested to hold off on arriving at its destination.

Once the plane lands, there’s the waiting to get off the plane. Then there’s the rush to get out of the plane for more waiting in more security lines, if traveling internationally,  and waiting for stamps of approval, and then on to waiting for luggage that, fingers-crossed, hopefully made it to the same airport.

We all have our things in life that cause us a lot of time waiting. Maybe it’s waiting in line for the DMV or waiting for the kids to go to sleep to have a few minutes of calm or waiting to have all the laundry finished, which let’s just be honest is never actually finished.

You would think that we would all have waiting down to a tee, and maybe you do, but truthfully waiting puts me on edge, and the last couple of years I’ve been waiting.

Waiting for some direction and vision.
Waiting for a job.
Waiting to return to Ukraine.
Waiting for a knight in shining armor.

Much of that waiting has felt like walking through a desert with all of the paths erased by wind.

I’ve been blessed with family and friends that understand (or have at least tolerated) the waiting and have loved me through so many unlovable moments in the past couple of years. They’ve helped remind me of who God is and who I am when all I could see was the parched, dusty, cracked desert that seemed to stretch to eternity.

“The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him. ”
Lamentations 3:25 NKJV

Sometimes in the waiting, it’s easy to forget that God is really, really, really good and that He is really, really, really for us. Then something happens, a conversation or something you read or you somehow get some sense knocked into you, and suddenly you remember. You know the waiting isn’t over, but you also know that He’s taking care of it.

I’ve known since before I left Ukraine that there was going to be a waiting before I would return, and that God would make it clear when and if it was His timing for that return to happen.

A few months ago, the holding pattern seemed to lift, and suddenly I was in conversations about possibilities for the future.

It was both thrilling and terrifying to consider and to hope. Today, a brand new passport arrived at my residence ready for the next step.

The waiting isn’t over quite yet, but some questions have been answered in the last few days, and I’m looking forward to sharing with you some of the details.

But for that you’ll have to wait for tomorrow and part two.