I don’t really understand why so much of life is about waiting … especially when God never seems to be in a hurry. And I don’t know about you but I find waiting to be hard work. I twiddle our thumbs, shuffle my feet, try to hide my awkward yawning, breathe long sighs, and stew inwardly with frustration. Sometimes I even question God: “Why do I have to live beside this awkward neighbour, why do I have to have this tedious job, or this embarrassing behaviour of mine. How long do I have to wait on this health issue that will not go away? Why don’t you come through for me, why don’t you answer me God? … I’M WAITING … ya, it’s probably just me, right?