When the boat is waiting for you, when the rows are waiting for you, when the calm sea is waiting for you, when the sun is waiting for you, when everything is ready to help you to move forward, be there or those who wait will go away!
Waiting is a very active part of living. Waiting on God, if we do it correctly, is anything but passive. Waiting works its way out in very deliberate actions, very intentionally searching the Scriptures and praying, intense moments of humility, and self-realization of our finiteness. With the waiting comes learning. I can't think of much I've learned that's positive from the times I've plowed ahead without waiting on God.
My brother Keith begged to go with us as usual. He'll turn thirteen in a few days - August 14 - and the thought of waiting two more years until he's 15 must seem impossible to him. I understand. Waiting is terrible. Waiting to be older is worse than other kinds of waiting because there's nothing you can do to make it happen faster.
I spoke of an Army on the point of entering an enemy's territories. Answering the question as to the cause of delay: 'Waiting for supplies.' The answer might also have been: 'Waiting for instructions, 'Waiting for orders.' If the last dispatch had not been received, with the final orders of the commander in chief, the army dared not move. Even so in the Christian life - as deep as the need of waiting for supplies is that of waiting for instructions.
I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in...
I became addicted to the floating nature of nothingness, to the charm of its carefree pauses and to waiting. I magnified waiting. I wrote about waiting. I basked in its warm nook and completely let go of who I am or what I really wanted.
Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.
to be still in the darkness to celebrate the lack of light to see beauty where the patterns are stern gray austere still lifes this is the quest for those who slumber beneath the dreaming tree waiting, waiting, waiting for signs of spring
You're the most important person in my life, " I whispered. "You're the only man I ever let in." "But I'm not in, Stace. I'm standing on the porch in the pouring rain, waiting for you to open the door. I've been waiting ever since you left after graduation, ever since you came back last year. Even now, you've let me into your bed, but not into your heart. I'm still waiting.
you are waiting. waiting for her.her time, love, care, smile. everything for her.you are hiding many ways that she should not know. she may be knows you.you wait for her voice, her chat with you, you get irritate sometimes her anger or too much talk - still you wait for her. you know she always sleep her phone on where your pic she has, you know she sleep almost on her phone. you wait for her breath. you perhaps wait for the sound of her neck chain with lockets.you wait for the rhythm of her walk- all are part of you.somewhere she is waiting too just listen your voice-.does not matter whatever the words.she is waiting for all those you are dreaming. she may be clueless how to say man-please , let me be with you.i want to live with you.she perhaps unknown how to run to you and hide in you.your waiting needs to reach to her.life is short.life to have to get.she is losing in deep dark of time.you both end this waiting.
There's a difference between waiting with patient expectation, and waiting because you never know what God will do. If you don't know how God thinks or what God wants to do in your life, read the Bible. When you know what God wants you to do, go out there and do it and see God work his wonderful mission through you. The whole time you thought you were waiting on God, but the whole time God was WAITING ON YOU.
Sometimes the planning and the work is not the most difficult aspect of an endeavor; it's the waiting-waiting to see if the preparation, the implementation, and the bait, will land a catch-waiting, that time in between the effort and the result, the source of so much hope, frustration, doubt, anxiety, and perhaps, disenchantment. It can try those with even the firmest resolve.