“When Life Says ‘Wait, but I Want to Say ‘Hurry Up’”
One of the scariest experiences I’ve ever walked through happened right after a routine mammogram. The technician paused, stared at the screen a little longer than my nerves preferred, and gently said she saw something “unusual.” Now, let me tell you — when a medical professional uses that word, your whole soul sits up straight.
Before I could even gather my thoughts, they were scheduling me for a biopsy.
The fear that washed over me… whew. My mind turned into a full Olympic event: the 100-meter dash of “what ifs.”
What if it’s serious? What if everything changes?
Fear has a way of writing a dramatic script before God even hands you the first page.
The morning of the biopsy, I did what I always do when I’m two seconds from spiraling — I prayed. I needed God to steady me, because my nerves were not cooperating. But honestly? The biopsy wasn’t the hardest part. It was the waiting.
And isn’t that always the real test?
How do you wait?
What is your attitude in the in-between?
Not sure? Here’s a quick diagnostic: pay attention the next time you’re in a grocery store line behind someone at the counter digging through their purse trying to find their debit card. Or when you're at the DMV and the line has only moved one person in the last fourteen minutes. Do you sigh loud enough for the angels to hear? Get irritable? Roll your eyes like you're auditioning for a drama series?
Those little moments reveal big truths about us.
And then — God being God — He decided to reinforce the lesson at the hair salon. There I was, sitting in the braider’s chair, and let me confess: I absolutely wanted those braids done in 15 minutes. But baby, that’s not how the anointing works.
I can shift, twist, breathe loud, or try to send telepathic messages to her fingers… it’s not changing a thing. The process moves at her pace, not mine. If I want beautiful results, I have to trust her hands, lean into her method, and let the process unfold.
And that’s exactly how waiting with God works.
We can’t rush what He’s shaping.
We can’t push Him onto our timeline.
We can’t fast-forward the part that makes us uncomfortable.
We just have to sit still, breathe, and trust that His pace — even when slower than we like — is purposeful.
Waiting exposes our character… but it also strengthens our faith, if we let it.
“Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage.” —Psalm 27:14
Mama Wisdom Reflection: If life has taught me anything, it’s this: waiting will show you exactly who you are. Not the Instagram-friendly version, not the smiling church version — the real, unfiltered, “Lord help me before I say something” version.
But here’s the blessing, waiting is where God does His best work.
It’s where He stretches your trust, steadies your heart, and reminds you that He doesn’t need your control — just your cooperation.
So the next time you’re restless in a line, frustrated in traffic, or sitting in your own “braider’s chair” season, check your heart. Waiting isn’t always punishment… often, it’s preparation.
