You know what really makes my two year olds mad? Not getting what they want the exact moment they identify that want. You know what makes me mad? The exact same thing.
We are in a time of transition in our lives. Things are upside down and I’m frustrated, angry, short fused and going through a variety of other emotions that my sweet husband would say fall under the for better or worse portion of our wedding vows. I haven’t actually stomped my feet, dropped to the floor and screamed (in public) like my twin terrorists do from time to time but I have cried, lost it on my dog, eaten a ridiculous amount of icecream and made life pretty unlivable for those closest to me.
Waiting is hard at two or thirty-two. In the James 1:19 we get this nugget. Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger. Shut up James, no one cares what you think anyway. Mostly kidding. In Jeremiah 29 we receive this.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Why is it that I assume the worst? Why do I assume that God has anything less than the greatest of plans for my life? Because sometimes His time is different then mine.
So here I sit with the emotional and spiritual maturity of a two year old, arms crossed, face down, scowl on. Nothing like a time of exceptional change to make you aware of personal areas in need of growth. My prayer for myself in this time is a prayer for patience, for trust in God and for peace the what’s meant to be will happen. At least that’s what I’m telling myself as i rock back and forth in fetal position.