Monday morning, Deanna was driving to work. As she rounded a corner, Canadian geese moved into her path trying to take flight. She slowed down for them. The largest among them smashed into her windshield, shattering it.

In shock, she continued on to work. When she was getting out of her car, she realized that she had a lap full of glass.




She was uninjured (except for some small cuts obtained when trying to clear her front seat of glass) and we are very thankful. We were able to get it replaced the same day as it sat in the school parking lot. We praise the Lord for His provision!


I don't like to wait.

This past weekend, Deanna and I had coupons for "free" food from Chick-fil-a. I like Chick-fil-a. I like it a lot! We got into the car to grab an early meal, hoping to beat the evening rush (I know, a sure sign of old age).

Even though I like it a lot, we don't eat there often. I knew the general area where it was, and drove via a local highway to get there. I exited the direction I believed it to be.

I was wrong.

It was the other direction. The issue? This little bit of chicken heaven is purposely placed near a mall. The most popular mall in Tulsa. I don't like that place. It's always crowded and the traffic a mess, and... I don't like to wait.

Once I realized we had turned the wrong direction, one would think it would be simple to just turn around. It isn't.

Bumper to bumper traffic caused our journey of one mile to take nearly a half hour.

Oh boy, was that fun.

The traffic headed the other direction was about the same. It backs up tremendously in this area. I usually avoid the entire area at all costs.

I was busy making plans to go several miles out of our way to another Chick-fil-a which seems ridiculous, but I knew it wouldn't take any longer, and we could keep moving.

Moving doesn't always equal progress...consider the rocking horse... but I was tired of waiting. I don't like to wait.

Amid my scheming, Deanna suggested we just stop at the food court of the (dreaded) mall, and eat at their Chick-fil-a.

My foolish annoyance with making bad choices up to this point, gave way to agreement with her voice of reason.

However, I couldn't even do this without complaining, as the food court was another mile around the other side of the mall. Oh well, I sucked it up, and drove.

I don't think my wife enjoyed my company very much. I didn't enjoy it much either. I struggle with my attitude when waiting. I don't like to wait.

David was anointed to be king at the age of around 15 but didn't receive the crown for another 15 years. He had to wait.

Moses didn't like waiting. He took matters into his own hands, and his proactivity resulted in waiting another 40 years before he was used for God's purposes. Then he got to lead a bumbling, whining, complaining band of a few million people into the desert to wonder around and...wait...to enter the promised land.

Waiting is a part of God's design to prepare us for His purposes. He keeps us on the wheel smoothing out the rough imperfections.

I seem to have a lot of those. You'd think I'd be better at waiting by now. You'd think I would have come to terms with the fact that I can't speed up the process by pursuing things I must not be ready for yet.

Being proactive or pushing His timetable on things He has not released me to do, is simply disobedience. He doesn't need my help to get me where He wants me. He needs my obedience in the moment. When I get impatient, I end up delaying things further.

There is a reason He is the Savior and I am just...me.

I don't like to wait. I don't like feeling like I am on the shelf for a season. I want to be involved.

The seasons of waiting usually help prepare us for the great things He has in store.

Sooo, I just need to eat the manna, enjoy His provision, and stop trying to hurry Him up. It's time to w...a...i...t!

He and His plans are worth it!


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