Waiting Is Work

If I knew what it was, I’d probably mess things up.
I’m waiting. I don’t know what for, but I’m waiting. Whatever it is hasn’t come yet. The biblical concept of time is ripeness. The proper attitude is that there are some things you don’t control. You can do all kinds of things that make you feel in control based on any number of myths, but constructing a schedule is often pointless. In the New Testament we are warned that all our plans are tentative — “If the Lord wills we shall…”
No, I have no explanation. At least, not in the sense that I can describe any kind of results for when it finally happens. That’s because waiting is the command; it’s faithfulness. It could be until I die for all I know, so the what is not important at this point. The imperative is certain, though: wait. And no, I cannot explain how I arrived at the conclusion that God wants me to wait. All I can say is God told me to take care of a certain limited range of things, and let the other stuff rest.
My flesh is not at all happy. My human side wants to jump into action and make things happen. My flesh likes to ignore the spirit side of things. I’d rather not go back to the days when I lived like that. I suppose in some broad terms I can explain that what keeps me occupied is a powerful sense of peace with higher things. Now that I have a grasp on the corner of whatever this “peace” thing is, I’m not willing to let it go. It’s worth more than living, worth far more by a long stretch. In a manner of speaking, my flesh can just go to hell. It’s not in charge any more. I don’t let mere intellect run the show.
Yep. I’m waiting on something. I’ll know what it is when it arrives; I’ll know what to do with it. That’s enough for now.