Waiting...

For a long time I have thought that I've been procrastinating... or maybe I've been waiting on others around me to get it started; but lately, I've come to realize that the season wasn't right. A seed was sown long ago in my heart, and I've felt it begin to sprout for a while. There are times when I wanted to get all excited, sure that whatever it was that was sown was about to spring forth. But it didn't... I'm still waiting.
However, there is a sense of why I've been waiting. I am no longer frustrated with myself - my inability to get something going. I'm not anxious with other people, wondering why they don't just get the show on the road. In some misterious way, I can see down the road (and around the bend), and I know this waiting is not in vain. There's a time and season for everything (remember that song by the Byrds - inspired by the book of Ecclesiastes?), and God is not slow in bringing about His promises.

I am looking forward to how the next several months and year unfold. There's an air of anticipation in the spirit (yes, small 's' for a reason).

Come what may, Father.