Tulia kwa waiting room!

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 There's this narrative about time is always running out. I'm very poor at waiting! In the past, I have always been irritated if I'm the one waiting for anyone, in my period of waiting for anyone I'd send missiles of threats and insist that I would leave if they don't show up. My friends are too patient and don't do the same when I am late. 

So anytime, delays have happened in my life. I have fretted about them. I have been shaken to the core sometimes because I wanted these things to happen immediately like I planned. I am not sure if this has happened to you too whether it's in you getting the grades that you want, or with finding love or the job or internship that you've always wanted. I wonder how you responded to all these. Were you angry, did you breakdown, did hopelessness creep up on you? 

Ever heard of delay does not mean denial? Now I know this is true. Not on you showing up late though, please be on time, but with some things in life. In the delay, maybe God is protecting you from harm. The reward is way greater and victorious when you wait. Therefore don't rush. If the success is not happening in the immediate moment, then just keep working and enjoying the journey. Sometimes, sit back and restructure. 

I have so many things that I wish they happened now. I have wished that the process would be faster anyway I am waiting and managing my frustrations. Greater will be the testimony if I was able to demonstrate patience and trust through the process. If athletes give up midway in the track, there's no medal for them. Their faces light up every time they share their demonstration of resilience.

You are closer to the prize!

💓Habbakuk 2:3 

For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry. 



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