Waiting is a tedious discipline.

I stand at a place of waiting. I await many things; things I expect to happen, answers I expect to get, things I expect to receive, and also things I expect to give, all at the appointed times. Some of the appointed moments are imminent, others remain uncertain.

What does one do whilst sitting in the waiting room? How does one wait? Does one sit and really just do nothing?

The problem with waiting lies precisely in the nothingness of that act itself. It feels like nothing is happening, like nobody cares to make something happen either. Waiting sometimes inflicts a sense of abandonment on the one who waits.

The discipline of waiting tests the depth of peace present in one’s soul. To survive moments of waiting, one needs to focus on the duties of the present moment, inconsequential though those menial duties may seem in comparison to the significance of that which one is waiting for.

Also, one needs to sustain the awareness of God’s abiding presence during such moments of waiting; to know that even though God has not yet moved, he is there, remaining with you. With me.

So, wait.