Waiting

I do a lot of waiting. I am an expert on wait-time after asking my class a question.  I ask (any) child of mine to do anything, I wait. I am working to lose the baby weight, and yet I am forced to wait.  (My current wait is literally waiting to pick up Bria from school.)

But often when I ask God for direction, I find my self waiting. Often I don't know the difference between being patient with His timing or  that eventually I will come up with the right answer to my own question. Which was His plan all along. Heaven knows I'm not a patient person which makes it even harder to wait.

I'm at a crosswalk. I need direction. And it's here that I wait.