I feel that I have always been in a position of waiting. The feeling of anticipation is familiar long-time acquaintance of mine. Anticipation, but also impatience. It seems I am never content with where I am, but always waiting—wanting something that is dangling in front of me, just out of reach, sometime in the future.
And here I am, once again, impatient for the future. Anticipating the day when I will be moving to Portland and joining a ministry there. I look forward to working with the other amazing missionaries and pouring out myself to help and bless those who are marginalized in the world. Do I sound like an idealist to you? I suppose that I do.
I’m getting tired though. Tired of all this waiting. Because I’m not there right now. Because I don’t know when I will be there. And I suppose that is where faith comes in. “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for…” I hope for so many things. That I may be a light to Christ. That I may share His love with others. That I may do my part in bringing His kingdom.
The thing I’m realizing though, is that I don’t need to be waiting. Even though I am looking forward to joining an amazing ministry, there is ministry all around me. Right here. In a small town in Alaska. Hurting people needing a word, a touch, Christ’s love. So what am I waiting for? Even now, in this day, God has work laid out for me. What an exciting thought! Guess I’d better get to it!