David wrote: "I waited patiently for the Lord; And He inclined to me, and herd my cry." Psalm 40:1. I researched the verse a bit because the word "waited" popped out at me. Of course, any derivative of the word has been popping out at me for some time: wait, waiting, waited. In this particular verse, waited patiently means (in the modern vernacular), "I waited, and waited, and waited..."
This is not what I wanted to hear. I don't like waiting, but I think that's a malady of human nature. I learned long ago not to pray for long-suffering (you'll get it with both spiritual barrels, if you do). I pray for short-suffering and some days even nano-suffering. (My flesh prefers nano-suffering.)
My spirit, is another matter.
God has been working diligently and with a great deal of patience to teach me a discipline I need to learn: wait. It seemed every time I opened my Bible a wait verse seized me. Habakkuk 2:3, ...though it tarry, wait for it. Turn quickly to Isaiah...wait verses. And I don't even want to mention the Psalms. David was the king of waiting. He waited watching the mulberry bush. He waited in caves. He waited in other countries. In the wilderness, he waited. Many's the time I wanted to take my pencil and scratch out that word! David had the ability to wait.
I think I'm missing that gene.
I'm a get-it-done kind of person and could not see the value of waiting when there was work to be done. Yet, God in His sovereign wisdom knows how much I needed to incorporate this discipline. Slowly (ack), He's taught me the benefit of waiting for Him. That's the key. The point was never to just sit idly twiddling my thumbs. It was to wait for His timing before proceeding.
For high-octane people like myself, to wait can be excruciating. But, I've come to relax in the knowledge that He knows full well when to move. This discipline of waiting teaches me that I can trust God at a level I never knew before.