This morning I went for a walk. Up early before the rest of the world; it was just me, my thoughts, and the morning sun. I drank my coffee while walking the lakeside trails, totally content, calm and overflowing with peace.
The last few years have taught me a lot about patience, like, I have very little. Waiting and wishing seemed to be the theme of my life and lets just say patience wasn’t necessarily overflowing in my department.
A little over a year ago, I bought a house that I’ve now made into a home. My counters are white and my floor, maple. 75% of the time I have fresh flowers on the kitchen table and champagne in the fridge. I’m proud of my little abode and if you follow me on Instagram, it's obvious. While others are gramming pics of their thoughtfully romantic husbands and adorable little ones, I’m all, Hey guys! Check out my new throw pillows! #WestElm.
What you won’t see? The struggle. A seemingly simple task took just shy of two years to finalize. Two years of waiting, two years of frustration.
Scrolling through our newsfeed we see people with fabulous lives. A perfectly decorated house, a well-behaved toddler, a handsome significant other. You never see the struggle, the dysfunction, the disappointment. You’re not going to see the rejection letter from the seller, the fight the flawless couple just had, or the screaming toddler in aisle 4. We see the highlight reel, never the behind the scenes.
I don’t know what’s testing your patience today; maybe you’re longing to meet a man who doesn’t drink wine out of a red solo cup, or maybe you’re praying for that job interview. I don’t know. But I do know that God is working behind the scenes to bring you a life that is worthy of all you deserve. Christ died so that we may have life and have it in abundance (John 10:10).
I thank God He didn’t give me the things I thought I wanted– needed, even. That house, that guy, that job. While I was crushed by the disappointment those events brought me, He lifted me up and continued to carry out His will even when I was too exhausted by the heartache to notice.
I write to you today from Urbank Street, smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood tailored to my every desire. Today, I am over-the-moon happy with this life He has blessed me with, thankful for the struggle that brought me here, to this place, in this moment. And I pray that you may feel the same.