Psalm 130:5-6 (NIV)

I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.

I like to think I’m good at waiting. I’ve spent my entire adult life praying and waiting for God to provide a husband—because that’s what God has asked me to do. As a writer, I’ve spent a great deal of time waiting because the publishing industry moves at the pace of a crippled snail.

A few weeks ago, I told God that since I’m so experienced at waiting, I’d be willing to wait longer for the start of the school year.

He didn’t take me up on that one.

If only we could pick the things we have to wait on. But since we can’t, we often find ourselves in a position where we have no control over the unexpected and seemingly unfair delays we’re experiencing.

But no matter what the circumstances, don’t all postponements come from God because he’s sovereign over all things? Shouldn’t I put my hope in him instead of what I’m waiting for?

For whatever reason, God has pushed the pause button on some circumstances in my life, and I find myself waiting…again. I have to trust that God has a good reason for this delay, so I put my hope in the Lord and in his word.

And wait for him.