Wai-tea-ng

Waiting, or as awesomely put on this title of this post "Wai-tea-ng"

This is a tea obsessed blog because I'm a tea obsessed lady. and "tea" is just a fun pun word. "quali-tea" and so many other things go great with the word tea. That being said...

Who here LOVES waiting for things? If you raised your hand or said "me" you are amazing and I would love to borrow some of your patience. Also... I'm pretty sure you weren't born in the late 1900s- early 2000s. I'm been described as a very patient person by many of the people that know me. The truth about this is I'm patient when it comes to certain things. Others, not so much... I HATE waiting.

Have you ever made a cup of coffee or tea and been so impatient for it to finish brewing or steeping? You've craved it so much and finally you can have it, but you want it done NOW. Even with a Keurig it can't get done fast enough. Or simply putting a tea bag in the cup and waiting for that hot water to turn the color your tea is supposed to be for that perfect cup... wai-tea-ng is just... not fun. You want it and you want it now. And somehow one of two things happens. When you finally get to drink that coffee or tea it's the best cup in the world because you waited and it was worth it. Or the disappointment is so high and you no longer want it so it get cold and more likely poured out than finished.

Waiting can be the best thing in the world or the most disappointing. But it always comes with a lesson of "was it worth it or not" and maybe something else.

When I was 18 I moved in with my brother and it was a wonderful month of living with my brother and his family. Yes, only a month. 2 weeks in I called my mother and begged her to let me come home. I didn't feel like I was in God's will and I wanted out NOW. She made me wait two weeks. I did. Along the way I learned a lot about myself, about God, and about my mom.

Both God and mom wanted the best for me. God used that month to grow me and mom used it to show me that snap judgment decisions can hurt those around you (and sometimes yourself)

Still I came home, and I waited a year and got in to Bible college. Now I'm in a state of waiting that feels like it will never end. It also feels like I might be disappointed in the end. But that's the thing about waiting, you never know. That's the whole point.

I was reminded recently of Esther who had to wait... she had lots of waiting to do. She waited a year, getting beauty treatments that made the phrase "beauty is pain" come to life in a powerful way. She was chosen to be the new queen and she waited for God to show her why she was in that position. Then when her people, the Jewish people were threatened she waited, fasting for days, and God moved through her to save a nation of people. WOW.

Waiting might hurt, it might be a crazy mess but somewhere somehow the waiting will end and everything will work out. Do what you can as you wait, don't let your tea get cold. Drink up, and enjoy.

You are wonderful.