Some of you won’t know who I am, but my name is Daniel. It’s very lovely to meet you! I’m Becky’s third child, second son, and all-around favorite because I’m the only child still living at home.
Mom has recently given herself a concussion, which is a whole other story on its own, and she has asked me to write this week’s blog post for her. Thus, I am attempting to write a post for women despite not being a woman nor understanding women. So, here goes nothing!
I, like my mother, suffer from a lot of sinus headaches. During spring, my allergies make me feel like my cheeks are swelling as big as balloons, and that my eyes will pop out of their sockets. It’s a grand time. Now, unfortunately, this affliction has increased over the years, culminating in one rager of a headache going on in my skull for two weeks. As already stated, mom also suffers from pretty intense sinus issues (thanks for that little bit of genetics, Mom,) and because of this, she owns a couple of Neti Pots.
Whatever you do, never, under any circumstances, let anyone talk you into using one of those torture devices. I gagged. I drooled saline solution. I nearly puked. I just about drowned myself, and throughout this, my precious mother was cackling with glee from a few feet away. Not to mention throughout my day at work, whenever I bent over to pick something up, semi-warm and very salty water would gush out of some abysmal depth back inside my skull, and rush out of my nose like a river bursting through a poorly constructed dam.
But! It helped! It did help my sinuses feel better that day, and my headache went from a blaring siren of pain to a mere whimper.
So why do I tell you this story?
I confess this story was added for humor. But more importantly, because it reminds me of another situation I currently am going through. Like I mentioned earlier, I’m still living with my parents, despite being a man-child of twenty-three. I have not started my career yet. I work at a good job, but it is unsatisfying to me.
I find myself becoming discouraged, or asking myself what the point is, or losing sight of my goals. Like waiting for my headache to go away, I’m tired of feeling like I’m still waiting for my life to start. I feel stuck, unable to move forward with my plan or God’s plan for my life.
But that’s just the thing, I have prayed over God’s will for me, and I’m confident this is what is right for me at the moment. The problem is, I’m impatient. I want to see the fruits of my labor now. I don’t want to be told not yet. I want to hear now. I need to remind myself that God often answers with not yet! And what a wonderful promise! God is not telling us to wait for nothing. His sovereignty is worth the wait! In Proverbs sixteen, God’s word says, “The mind of man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” (Proverbs 16:9, NASB). Some other translations say the Lord establishes our steps. Establishes! My friend, He has not left you behind! In fact, He is setting you on the perfect path for you! But let’s look at another verse as well, Lamentations 3:25-26. “The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him. It is good that he waits silently for the salvation of the Lord.”
I do not know your situation, my friend. Maybe, you are waiting as I have been. Perhaps you are trying and trying to conceive a child, with no luck. Perhaps, you or a loved one has lost an occupation, and now your family has no income. Is there a health situation in which you are still waiting for answers? I don’t know. But God does, and He is there with you through it. Please do not give up hope! Trust in the complete sovereignty of our God. He is the God who created all things. He knows all things. He is with you through all things.
I’ll leave you with a last bit of encouragement. Recently, even as I was writing this post, I received an email accepting me into my preferred Graduate School Program. The Lord has established my steps! Believe me when I tell you that as you are having faith in Him, He is working in your life too. He is behind the scene, preparing your steps in ways you cannot even imagine. One day your waiting period will become an open door.