Worth the Wait.

I sat in that scratchy blue seat at the airport with a mindful of hopes and dreams as deep and wide as the blue sky and snow covered tarmac that stretched out before me. I had interviewed well…I thought. Really seemed to connect with my interviewers…I thought. Had a chance…I thought. One of three people to be flown to Kansas City to interview, I knew my chances were at least better than one in a million. One in three to be exact. Surely God was lining all of this up in my favor…I thought.

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I prayed diligently before flying out for the interview. I enlisted other prayer warriors in my life to pray diligently. I did not want this job, if God didn’t want me to have it…I thought. My specific prayer was that I would not get a job offer if God didn’t want me in the position. This was my fool proof attempt at not having to make the decision myself. Never sure of my own abilities to make a decision. It was the simplest way I could see my way out of this. Or my way into this.

A lot hung in the balance. We had one child, not sure if we wanted another. This job would be much more pay and I could already see the addition to the house I had been dreaming of. If not a new house altogether. That stack of dog-eared Log Home Living magazines were going to come in handy after all…I thought. This job would also mean much more time on the road and away from my family. But my husband was ready for the call…I thought.

Well, God did answer my prayer. Just as I had asked Him to. I didn’t get a job offer. He did exactly what I had asked him to do. Not give me a choice. He made the decision for me. This was what I wanted.

But it was not what I wanted. I wanted the job offer.

Even though I said I was “fine” with it…I wanted the job. I wanted the money. I wanted the prestige. I wanted the job. But I didn’t get it.

And because I didn’t get that job, I stayed in my previous job. And a year later I got an unexpected bonus, when nobody was getting bonuses. And God gave me repeated opportunities through that job to connect with people and share His Gospel. People I would have never had the opportunity to meet had I taken that other job.

The other job would have also brought many temptations that I would have had to stand up against. I see that now. I see a lot now that at the time I didn’t see through the veil of “want.”

And because I didn’t get that job, a year later our family expanded with the birth of our baby girl. Which undoubtedly wouldn’t have happened if I had gotten the offer…and accepted the other job. And I would have. Because in my gut I wanted it that bad.

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And to look back now and realize I would have traded her life for a job that would have taken me further from my family, and from my God…makes me weep. Weep for who I was then. And who I am now. And how blessed I am that God made that decision for me.

I could name many other instances in my life that didn’t happen the way I wanted them to, but looking back, I see God’s hand in them. And I’m beyond grateful for His provision and protection, despite my wants and perceived needs at the time.

Some things in life are truly worth the wait. Worth the heartache. Worth the gut-wrenching-soul-twisting-knot-producing wait.

In the end, God knows. He knows what we need. He knows when we need it. He sees the big picture. We do not. We can not.

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He saw me five years ago sitting in front of my computer and typing these words today.

He knew I was not ready to tell a story that I didn’t fully understand.

He used my tenure in my last job to prepare me for this day. All those quiet hours and tear-filled talks with one another rolling down the highway alone together. There were so many sweet moments in the cab of that Ford truck that I wouldn’t take back for anything.

And now I get to be a mom. And a truth-teller through my lens and my pen.

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And I’m in awe of my Mighty God that’s allowed it all to come to pass. And in awe of what He is making me into today. And tomorrow. And how ever many days I have left.

And to Him I give it all. My life. My family. My heart.

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He’s the only One worth giving it to. I see that now. I feel that now. I know that now.

And I have a long way to go…such a long way to go. But I’m on my way.

What awaits me at the end of this journey is going to be worth the wait.

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Worth the blood, sweat and tears it takes to get there. Worth the doubts and frustrations and fears along the way.

Worth the uncertainty. Worth the lows. Worth the highs. Worth the mountaintops and the valleys.

Worth the fights and struggles…with myself. Worth the fights and struggles…with God.

I’ll wrestle more. With my decisions, with my faith, with my existence. But in the end, my God will win. He always does.

I’ll continue to work out my salvation with fear and trembling, but I’ll be working it out.

If we belong to Him, there is no way He will not win. His ways will always supersede our ways. His will will always trump our will.

In the end…His end…will be worth the wait.

Isaiah 40:31

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Graciously waiting,
Meredith

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5 thoughts on “Worth the Wait.

  1. Meredith, this is such a beautiful message of God’s faithfulness and the blessings we receive when we put our trust in Him. Thank you for your openness to share your struggle with us–the same struggle we all have: to wait upon the Lord and follow Him completely.

  2. For sure – undoubtedly – we are long lost sisters! I live just outside of Houston…but I just saw that you commented on my Introduce Yourself post in the Compel Training! AND, that you are going to She Speaks!! So am I! I think this means we are fated to friendship. I would LOVE to talk with you at some point…b/c even our former jobs sound similar, from a responsibilities and personality perspective. I was the managing partner of a recruiting firm…which is totally “sales”, like your job….but in recruiting, our product is jobs and people (although not in an impersonal way, like I just made that sound!). All that to say, we have lots in common…and it’s so encouraging to know there is someone who can identify with this whole, crazy, “Leave my job to follow a writing/speaking dream” thing!

    • I seriously find myself laughing out loud when I read your blog and your comments here! Haha. Yes, we are fated to meet, Amy! 😀 I’m so glad you are going to She Speaks…we will get together for sure. I found another Compel “sister” going from Arizona and we are rooming together. And my sales job was selling horse and cattle feed over my state…haha. Nobody that ever meets me thinks that could be true…and it was always fun to say that’s what I did. And to meet someone who jumped off the crazy cliff like me to follow this dream/conviction/call is very awesome indeed. Can’t wait to meet and if I ever make enough money (doing something other than writing surely…) I’ll come see you in Houston. I am a total cowgirl at heart and kind of literally…living on a beef cattle/horse farm. 😉 When I was a teenager I literally would pour through the TX state guide and dream of living there. Got to visit Ft. Worth in college and San Antonio with my previous job…anyway, I’m rambling. A bad habit. Look forward to getting to know you better and following your awesome blog. I really, really love your writing. Look out Beth Moore! Isn’t she your neighbor? 😉

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