Twice a year, I give up something—practicing spiritual disciplines. Over the years, I’ve given up different things. To name a few: A fast from sugar (hated it), I’ve given up caffeine (beware! Don’t try this), I’ve given up a lying tongue—training in honesty (tougher than it sounds). Each discipline taught me something new about myself.
Over forty days, I’ve trained in the discipline of waiting (I don’t recommend this one either).
I’m excellent at kicking down doors and running ahead. You want it done? Then I’m your girl!
But this practice has taught me the wisdom in waiting. When the path is not clear, stop. Wait. Pray.
When an opportunity is presented, wait. Pray.
I’ve become more aware of my gut reaction—whether I feel unsettled or a peace about a situation. That “static in my heart,” as Dr. Charles Stanley calls it.
I’m becoming more in tune with the Spirit. I’m learning the power of trusting God.
Even when I think I can plow through, I find myself stuck.
When I take the turn too fast, I find myself in the drainage ditch of discouragement attempting to dig myself out.
So this season, I wait.
I wait in front of closed doors. I pray. I’m discovering that I don’t need to rush. Jesus was never in a hurry. I’m leaning into a “dying to self” each day.
And so, I wait.
When the paths not clear, just wait.
“What He opens no one can shut, and what He shuts no one can open” Isaiah 22:22
“See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut.” Revelation 3:8
He will make my path clear.