Seasons.
Now, I’m not talking about the four seasons of the year- three if you live where it snows; we basically don’t get spring LOL. I’m talking about seasons of life. It can be *so* easy to look past the joys in your current season of life and just long for the next season.
- single and just want a boyfriend/girlfriend
- dating and just want to be engaged
- married and just want to start a family
- in school and just want to be graduated
- permit and just want your license
Just writing that makes me exhausted, but guess what? We all do it in one shape or another. I know for me, when I was younger, this was especially challenging. And I think one of the main reasons it is so challenging is that we tend to think that our identity comes from having or being certain things/statuses and that we’re lacking if we aren’t having those things.
Who says you are any less valuable of a person when you’re single instead of married? Who says that your worth is decreased if you are married and don’t have kids yet? Who says your value increases once you have your degree versus still studying to graduate?
The world.
Well, guess what? God says something different. In 2 Corinthians 9:8, Jesus says that He gives you “all that you need.” God wouldn’t deliberately keep something from you that was going to benefit you. You have to trust and wait on His timing. Timing can be everything.
As a teenager, I desperately wanted a boyfriend. Everyone who was cool had a boyfriend and I felt like having a boyfriend meant that I was desirable. (Note: I had extremely loving parents who told me that often. I just was a classic teenage girl who wanted a guy) I ended up *finally* getting a boyfriend at the age of 19. It was a boy who had liked me for years. Did I actually like him back? At the time I would’ve said yes. I even would’ve said I loved him, but I really didn’t. I loved the idea of being desired by a male. I loved the fact that I now was a “girlfriend” and could say I had a boyfriend. This relationship ended after five months when I came to my senses that this relationship wasn’t beneficial and making me a better person, better follower of Christ, better friend, etc. It was out of liking the sound of being a girlfriend. Pretty lame reason, but I’m not going to sugarcoat things.
Little did I know, when the timing was perfect, my now husband walked into my life. I could talk for a long time about how I knew the timing was right, but Trevor and I both had things to work through and figure out before we met (we even had other opportunities to have met but never did prior). And when the timing was just right, God placed him in my life and it was the best thing ever.
I just had to wait, pray, & trust God.
Now, while waiting for Trevor to come into my life, I had two options.
- I could everyday cry and moan about the fact that I hadn’t met my husband yet, how I was single, and it was the worst thing ever, blaming my unhappiness on it.
- I could work on being the best version of myself and trust that God was preparing me for what was to come, trusting that it was what was best.
Which are you going to choose when going through a season of waiting? I can tell you, from experience, that #2 is the much better option. The first option is honestly easier because it doesn’t take work, but if you spend your entire life wishing you had something you didn’t, you’ll waste your life away.
Be in the moment. God’s got you.
TRUST HIM.
Psalm 130:5 “I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His Word I put my hope.”
Tia Marie
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