Incredible wisdoms from my mom!...a bit at a time-Installment 2

If you know me even superficially, you know that life has been ‘taxing’ for the past two years. My health has been a constant roller coaster and my family has been through it, to say the least. Through all of this, I have prayed. I’ve prayed for little things. I’ve prayed for big things. I’ve prayed for close parking spots when I don’t feel that I can walk very far. I’ve prayed to be able to eat what I want. I HAVE PRAYED REGARDING VERY NEARLY EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN. 

People say that they’ve heard God’s answers to their prayers in whispers. They say they’ve received answers through other people. They say they’ve heard them through opportunities they’ve received. I agree with these things. I think God can answer prayer through many avenues. But it’s not the avenue I’m having a problem with; it’s the answer!

Seriously, how many times can God answer my prayers with the word…..WAIT?

I must be doing something wrong. Surely I’m asking for the wrong thing. Maybe I’m saying it too quickly. Am I wording it incorrectly? Should I try to sneak my requests in with my thanksgivings? Nah, that won’t work. I KNOW that I haven’t prayed for patience. NEVER pray for patience because then God will give you opportunities in which to practice your patience. Nope, that’s not the problem. He just keeps telling me to WAIT. I bet if I asked him if I could have another baby, he would still say ‘wait’ even though he knows the answer is a resounding NO. He’s trying to teach me something, but what?

Just a little insight in to this person God created, that her parents named 'Chrisy': I stink at waiting. Waiting makes me less than pleasant and saying that is stretching the meaning of both ‘less’ and ‘pleasant’ to the limits. So being less than pleasant, I wait and wait and wait and wait…..for what has now turned into many moons…..years. 

My parents being that they are just that, my parents, have been privy to this time of waiting in my life. I frequently discuss this with them when I feel that I have exhausted my husband’s ear to the point that if I complain one more time about the answer I receive he’s going to advise me to quit asking God for anything. My mom’s my go-to gal. She reminds me of the acronym for WAIT-Willing Admitting I Trust. I, of course, break this down and instantly have a problem with the willing part and the admitting part. Don’t blame me, it’s the psychologist in me : ( 

Last night mom came up with a new one that fit me very well! It may not be a fitting acronym for the WAIT answer that God is giving me, but it sums up what I’m feeling when he gives me that answer. This little wisdom of my mom’s is fresh and new and only a few hours old. It’s extraordinarily precious to me and its something that I can say back to God that maybe will make me feel a little bit more in control when he tells me to WAIT when I pray to him the next time. So instead of getting ‘less than pleasant’ Ill humbly say,

“You tell me to Wait, God and I will, but Why Am I Terrified?”

That’s my momma!