Habakkuk 2:1?3 (3)
I don’t like to wait. I like to go, to do, to fix, to create, to accomplish, and to work. I don’t like stop signs, stop lights, grocery store checkout lines, or the doctor’s “waiting room.” The thought of retirement terrifies me. To retire seems to mean you have finally decided to patiently wait to die.
This brings to mind the guy who was sitting in his car. The car in front of him had its hood up. The lady who had been driving the car which was stalled tried to identify the cause of her problem but it was all in vain. The guy in the car behind her, annoyed honked his horn.
Finally, the poor lady walked back to talk to the guy who was impatiently honking his horn. She sweetly said, “I don’t know what the matter is with my car. But if you want to go look under the hood, I’ll be glad to stay here and honk your horn.”
It is personally against my religion to honk my car horn except in cases of dire emergency. Even so, I know exactly how the man honking the horn felt because I have felt the same frustration while waiting in line.
I am flooded with conviction when I remember that God often wants us to wait. In fact he said, “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength.” It is when I finally humble myself and wait that I am reminded that I am not in charge. When I wait I am reminded that I am not God.
By Dr. Gayle Woods