“A watched pot never boils.” The old adage has rolled around in my brain for the past few months as I’ve waited for something to happen. The “something” doesn’t really matter as far as this blog goes, but that “something” has been tormenting me, calling over and over. Why is waiting so hard? That dream that once seemed so certain seems frustratingly elusive at the moment. It’s as if God is keeping His hand on my shoulder as I survey the new landscape before me
Have you ever felt God has forgotten you? Perhaps He showed you something phenomenal He’s about do in and through your life. The arrival of a long awaited child, a gift or talent maybe. Perhaps it was a vocational change or ministry calling of some sort. Perhaps it’s a long-held dream right on the cusp of fruition. God revealed that glimpse to you, confirmed it and reminded you again for good measure. Your excitement mounted and it seemed like a million dreams were about to
by Tara Johnson “A watched pot never boils.” The old adage has rolled around in my brain for the past few months as I’ve waited for something to happen…something I know God is leading me to do and I just need the go-ahead from people bigger than myself. The “something” doesn’t really matter as far as this blog goes. But that “something” has been tormenting me, calling over and over. Why is waiting so hard? Each morning during this past month, I’ve awakened thinking, “Maybe
I don’t like waiting. I’ll admit it. Especially when I sense something good just around the bend. Sometimes the anticipation is sweet. Other times it’s almost unbearable. Agonizing. Like waiting in line for Splash Mountain at Disney World in 100 degree heat. (No fast passes included.) In 2003, at the encouragement of a friend, I sent a package of children’s songs I’d written to a publisher for consideration. I thought it would be rejected within a few weeks. It wasn’t. But it wasn’t accepted either.