Patience.

About a year ago, I wrote about waiting on God for a relationship. A week after I published this post, I met someone who swept me off my feet. Unfortunately, he dropped me on my head a few months later. I've forgiven him, moved on, and here I sit, thinking about what it really means to wait on God. I thought I understood it last year.

I was waiting for God to make things happen and bring someone into my life. But, I wasn't waiting on Him.

As C. S. Lewis explains, "We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."

In the book "Passion and Purity" by Elisabeth Elliot, she discusses her desire to be with the man she loved. The two of them sustained a long-distance friendship over the course of many years before they officially became engaged and married shortly thereafter. One thing stood out to me in this book. She began to pray not that God would remove her desire to be with him, but that the Lord would "teach [her] to long for something greater."

I wait for God to heal my heart so I can fall in love. Or, I hope God will fix someone else so I can be with them. I expect God to put me back together so I can serve and love other people. We take good from the hand of Him who is best and ignore the greatest gift: the chance to know God.

I am far too easily pleased, but I'm beginning to long for something much, much greater. I wait for God to know God. I expect Him to meet me in my circumstances so that I will grow deeper in my relationship with Him.

I am learning to truly trust. God will come through for me. God's faithful love will hold me close. Goodness and mercy will pursue me all the days of my life. I will make my home in the safe place within God's heart.

He is best. I refuse to wait for anything less.