dailydatewithgod

I am not sure what it is about waiting that seems so painful.  I am clear it is a perception as it is not the actual experience of waiting that causes discomfort.  It is the jumping jacks that go on in my mind while I am waiting.  Experiencing an interval is a natural phenomenon.  Somehow when it takes place in a day to day context it seems unnatural.  We look for the shortest line to stand in.  We try to find the fastest route so we do not wait in traffic. We get fast shipping so we don’t have to wait for the items we have ordered.  We bemoan the processes of life that take a while to occur because we do not want to wait around for them to manifest.  All of this speaks to the resistance of being.  Our minds are constantly telling us life has somehow stopped because we are waiting and we fear at a core level not being in the flow of life.  But the idea of waiting meaning life has somehow stopped is our misperception.  The moment we are in right now is not okay.  There is something wrong with waiting.  Strangely, I often find God telling me to wait.  God does not often use the term wait.  I have experienced the sense of “not yet” from God.  God will point to the myriad of things happening at the moment while I am waiting for something that is calling for my presence.  In God’s mind, there is no such thing as waiting, there is only life.  It is always in motion.  I choose to focus on thing or experience that has not happened yet.  I suppose in many ways God waits for us to clue into the fact that at this moment there is nothing to wait for because we are exactly where we are supposed to be. This is a hard one for me, especially when I am wanting something other than what is. Whatever it is we want to come to will happen when it happens and not a moment too soon.  Stepping out of the construct of waiting means trusting in what is right here, right now.  Our hearts speak this language well as they do one beat at a time.  Our hearts may experience longing but it is not waiting. Our hearts allow us to be in the longing as its own experience.