Practicing patience can be one of the most difficult aspects about being a Christian. Whether you are waiting for God to heal your body, bless you financially, or even send you a spouse, the wait at times seems like the end of the world. But, in reality it’s a test of faith and perseverance.
Overall, I would consider myself a patient person. Very few things upset me, and since I love people, my heart always seems to give unconditional love. However, lately, I have noticed a shift in my practice of patience in a particular aspect of my life. If you read my last blog post about the epiphanies I’ve had, this will sort of be a continuation of that.
I have been single for about two years. During the first year of single life, I was repairing from a very damaging relationship. Honestly, I had given up on love, and was in some regard bitter towards men. But, last summer I found myself in a much better place and living with a mended heart. I still wasn’t too much into the idea of being in a relationship, but I was more open than before. As time went on and I became serious with my relationship with God, many things were revealed to me and God kept dropping gems of wisdom into my spirit through my pastor and through various people at my church.
It was then that I decided to stop pointing the finger, and fix the things within myself, in order to be the best wife I can be in the future. Since January, I have devoted so much time talking to God, taking classes about sex, dating, relationships, and marriage. What man of God is going to want to marry me if I am not at least striving to be a Proverbs 31 woman?
For the most part, I have been genuinely content in my single season. But, for the past month or so, I’ve found myself thinking about my future husband more often. I’ve been wondering how he’d look, how he’d make me feel and WHEN I was going to meet him. All of these thoughts led to me question God. Not questioning him in a way that I lost faith, but basically trying to rush God, which is silly.
I had become impatient, but God brought me back to reality. He revealed that he is still preparing me for my husband. That’s why I haven’t met him yet. My future husband could be in preparation as well. I’m so glad that I was brought back to my senses because I know that God is in the business of writing love stories (only if we let him).
Whether you can relate to my struggle of waiting on my spouse or you struggle with waiting on God in some other aspect of you life, continue to be encouraged that God has not forgotten about you and that his timing is always perfect. It may not be when we want, but He’s always on time.
“For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it may linger; wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.” Habakkuk 2:3
Read below an excerpt from “Battlefield of the Mind” by Joyce Meyer.