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What do you do when your dreams manifest themselves so crystal clear in your mind they seem like a tangible extension of your reality, but yet you’re told to wait for them to come true? Or better still – you finally make that important telephone call, trying your best to eradicate the sound of desperation in your voice asking for that last bit of essential information, only to be met with voicemail and cruel, empty silence.
In those tumultuous moments, I enter into a sort of perplexed mode of fight or flight. I’m tensed and ready to spring into action at a millisecond’s notice, but become so jittery I’m about to crawl out of my own skin.
Yes, this is the torture of waiting.
I’ve experienced a lot of waiting recently. As a matter of fact, I’m still waiting. But I’m definitely closer than I’ve ever been to what I’ve wanted for so long, what I’ve been searching for, what I’ve dreamed about for years and years. It’s just a few short moments away, and then it’ll be here. The wait will be over. Time will move on and I’ll break through to another set of circumstances and revelations.
I am perfecting the art of waiting, and I literally can’t wait. Not patiently, and most certainly, not peacefully. But wait, I shall. For the reward is endlessly sweeter when we are given the time and the space to truly covet what importance it really holds in our lives.
Till next week… When we are finally on the other side of waiting.