I've Stopped Waiting


My parents live about two hours away from the Kansas City airport. This car ride always gives us an opportunity to talk and catch up before arriving at their farm and diving into the real family hustle and bustle.

During the conversations this year when Mom picked me up at the airport for Christmas, I nervously told her about planning a trip to London in March. Which is in addition to the one I am planning to Spain in the summer. My family has never been a big travel-vacation-seeing the world- family; so her “why?” was not unexpected. Why London? Why March? Why now? Why?  Well, because I've stopped waiting.

I’ve stopped waiting for my life to begin. The life I was supposed to have, the life I thought I would have when I was so much younger and had so much time. Time to wait.

Much of the rhetoric of my childhood and adolescence was centered around waiting for your husband, waiting for God to bring the right person into your life, waiting for God’s plan. Waiting. Where was the talk about action? About doing? The God of calling you to wait is also calling you to act. To live the life He has given you, not the live you think you're promised. Not to be timid or afraid in your circumstances.

I'm not putting the things I want to do and experience on hold just because I don’t have the life I thought I would by age 29. I have a great life. I have a great job. I see real value in what I do for work. I'm challenging myself to do things and go places I'm not comfortable. I left a large, established church where I had a really close knit community to join a small church plant where I knew three people. 

I've stopped waiting and started doing. I'm inspired by people who are bold in their thinking and brave in their actions. It has been a slow process to get to this point, but now that I'm here- I'm running full speed ahead.