Waiting… (so frustrating)

Waiting… It is so frustrating. Here in America where we are in the tech age, to wait for something is like saying you don’t care about me, don’t have the time for me, or that you have something that takes place over me.

As I sit here waiting for a meeting, I ponder “Am I using my physical life to honor and glorify the One who spared me living in eternal darkness (I got a glimpse of how that will be during my coma, and it’s frightening * see under MENU-The Story of How True Life Christianity Came To Be) to live in eternal Light where I will be living for eternal joy?” I regularly do this to keep my relationship with Jesus Christ a fresh and a new. Then I take my life and compare it to 1 Peter 2:21 which says,

This is what you were called to do, because Christ suffered for you and gave you an example to follow. So you do as He did. (NCV)

For, in John 5:24 it says,

I assure you: Anyone who hears My word and believes Him who sent Me has eternal life and will not come under judgement but has passed from death to life. (HCSV)

“Yet, what does this have to do with waiting? What does your life have to do with waiting?” as I can see you getting frustrated.

See, my post-accident life, has been people finishing my sentences because I talk slow since I have expressive aphasia. So frustrating! Or, my loss of memory. Before the accident, I had an almost perfect memory. However, after the accident I struggle with my memory. Personally, this loss of memory, I would not get over for ten years. (So frustrating)

You think that was it? Ahh. Nope. I became slow. It doesn’t do you any good when people treat you with some sort of incurable disease because you can’t keep up with your society. Although, due to my slowness (however, I am educated with a Master’s of Science in Human Services) I can’t keep up with the fast-paced tech society that we are living in now.

Sometimes I complain to God about my slowness. And I asked God about it. Like a Master Potter re-shaping the clay cup into a clay pitcher, He had to break me and reconfigure me in order to accomplish His purpose, to minister to a people who are sorely lacking in people willing to go in and minister (the disabled- to whom I have ministered to for over a quarter of a century).

Are you willing to let the Master Potter reshape your life? Even if it changes life as you know it now?