I’m waiting . . .

Enjoy this insightful guest blog by certified Health and Life Coach Shari Hamilton (bio at end)!

WaitingIn a world where we are impatient waiting thirty minutes for a pizza to be delivered to our door, or waiting eight cars back in the drive-through to have our lunch handed to us, or waiting for a response to a text . . . we have lost the virtue of waiting.

But let’s get real; waiting is difficult. We don’t like waiting in line, waiting for test results, waiting for that right person to show up in our lives, or waiting for the next chapter to begin. Whatever it is, we have trouble waiting.

So isn’t it interesting how many times God tells us to wait. It is mentioned over 100 times in the Bible, depending on translation and context. Wait on Him. Wait on His timing, His plan, His presence. It says our strength will be renewed, we will soar like eagles, we won’t be weary or grow faint. How is that possible by just waiting?

Our culture has conditioned us to believe that our time is our most valuable commodity and that we need to be using every minute productively. We don’t have time to waste. And if we’re not managing our time with purpose, intention, setting goals and conquering them… then we’ve missed the mark. We should be consistently reading and learning, and perpetually bettering ourselves . . . eating well, working out, sleeping, drinking less alcohol and more water. The list goes on.

SlowDownDo we even know how to slow down . . . take more time for people, for relationships, for pondering . . . and for waiting on God?

Sitting quietly alone in a room for minutes or hours . . . waiting on God sounds like a waste of time, doesn’t it?

Unless we’re making lists and figuring out agendas or planning our future . . . then are there really benefits to waiting?

We are too often tethered to our phones, connected to the world at the palm of our hands. But what if all the noise in our life . . . the busyness and mass communication  . . . is what is keeping us from hearing from God? And what if hearing from God is the single most important thing we could ever do? What if everything else adds up to nothing if we don’t hear from God? What if all our plans . . . our successes on paper . . . add up to nothing but zero if those things were never really a part of God’s purpose for our lives?

And what if . . . what if we got bold enough to really, really ask God to lead us in the purpose for our lives? What if we wanted to know what He had in mind for us before the dawn of time when we were just a twinkle in His eye?

Waiting can be painful. We get impatient. We quit too soon. We think we’re hearing nothing so we move on. But what if . . . in the silence . . . our hearts and minds are being renewed? What if that little act of waiting made all the difference in the world  . . . whether we could see the results right away or not?

What if we could look back one day and say . . . “you know, my life started to shift back a few years ago when I began sitting quietly everyday and waiting on God. I never heard a voice, yet it changed who I was and altered the direction my life was taking.”

Imagine if ten years from now we looked back and saw that the last ten years had been the most productive and most satisfying years of our lives . . . and beyond anything we could ever have imagined. What if those were our joyful years, our contented years, our gratifying years? Wouldn’t that make those years the most successful years of our lives?

WhatIfWhat if our waiting on God made us into faithful, trusting, God-fearing individuals . . . in a land where faith is ridiculed and trust is hard to come by and fearing God has been forsaken.

What if waiting made us patient and content and fearless? What if our hearts were softened and our lives were full of love and opportunities to help the next guy . . . and what if everything about us was different, looking back ten years from now.

Instead of making a list of resolutions for the new year, this year I just made one request. I asked God to renew my hunger for Him. I didn’t want to be dry . . . I wanted to be thirsty. I didn’t want to be comfortable sitting in my comfort zone . . . I wanted to be uprooted. He has answered. He didn’t even wait 24 hours to answer… He was pleased to do it, as though He had been waiting for me to ask.

As a result of that, I have made a commitment this year to wait on God in a new way . . . not asking for anything . . . not even expecting anything . . . but just with the attitude that my sitting there with Him . . . contemplating, meditating on the Word, listening . . . is somehow changing me from the inside out. I feel a shifting inside my soul.

Am I still sitting in the same house, doing the same job, going through my same routine? The answer is yes. Everything is the same; yet everything is different. Every day I am letting Him lead me . . . where I don’t know where He is leading.

#faith  #trust  #waiting

Shari Hamilton is a freelance writer in Burbank, CA.  She is a certified Health Coach and Life Coach with SweetSuccess Health & Nutrition, specializing in mycology, brain injury, and relationship coaching.  Shari attends Shepherd Church in Porter Ranch (Los Angeles).

A Valentine’s Day Prayer for Singles

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In my heart I know today is just another day.  24 hours.  1440 minutes.  86,400 seconds.  Same as yesterday.  Same as tomorrow.

But in another sense it’s different from any other day.  Very different.  And I confess to you that sometimes throughout today I’ll let it get to me.  Let it get me down.  And even let the enemy get a foothold if I’m not careful.

I love to see the joy in the faces of the other ladies in my office as they smell the flowers and consume the cards with an unrestrained smile greeted by a cherished tear.  There’s nothing more special than that.  Knowing that someone didn’t just remember you.  But they remembered you enough to go out of their way to make a public display.  A spectacle of their love for you.  Now that’s special.

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Embracing the Rain (Making the Most of Being Single)

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I enjoy running.  When it’s sunny and hot.  Not warm, but hot.  95 degrees not 65.  But recently in North Carolina, it seems as if we’ve inherited Florida’s weather flow.  With humidity prevailing and storms emerging almost every evening.  Which doesn’t bode well for someone who likes to run of the late afternoon, when it’s still sunny and hot.  Exceedingly hot.

And so what that means for me is that when I’ve been out running recently.  I’ve suddenly been caught in the middle of a rainstorm.  Or two.  Not according to plan.  But that’s what happens when the weatherman can no longer predict raindrops any better than you can.  You get caught.  In the middle of unexpected storms.

Interestingly enough, unplanned downpours have taught me something.  I’ve discovered that it’s really not that bad running in the rain.  As long as it’s not thundering.  Or lightning.  That running in the rain can actually be refreshing.  Not that I prefer it.  But given the alternative of not running at all (or even worse, having to settle for a treadmill!).  It’s really not that bad.  In fact, it can surprisingly be quite nice.  If you can get past the stares of those who drive by in dryness.   Windshield wipers on.  Avoiding the rain.  That I’m enjoying.  But looking at me.  As if I’m running from something.  Or as if I’ve lost something.  Like my mind maybe.

Working with single adults over the past few years.  I’ve found that when you’re single, it can feel a lot like being caught in the rain.  Unanticipated.  Misunderstood.  Not the norm.

Not all singles have a problem being single.  But some, perhaps many, do.  They’d rather not be caught out in the rain.  Alone.  At all. They’d much rather be behind the windshield.  And the wipers.  With someone in the passenger seat.  Sitting next to them.  Together.  Safety in numbers.  No strange stares.
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