What a great song. Back in 1964 (my mid-years in High School), Dusty Springfield came out with a huge hit that still sets a foot to tappin'.
I couldn't begin to tell you the song's lyrics, but the title & chorus speaks volumes about my present condition ...
... Wishin' ... Hopin' ... Thinkin' ... Prayin' ...
Not necessarily in that order.
It was nearly one year ago that I left my position in Church ministry in Arizona and began the lengthy process of re-locating to the Pacific Northwest. We touched down here late July, and since that time it's been such great fun settling & reconnecting with all things familiar, mostly family & friends.
But stirring just beneath my heart's contentment is a rhythmic beat that has me longing for the next steps. Often my prayers begin and end with "What now; what next, Lord?". It's not an anxious or unwelcome rhythm; just persistent.
I may be retired, but I'm definitely not tired. Both Terry and I long for more room (a home versus a condo); and my hands often itch for a greater grip on productivity.
But I've learned something in my 63 years: don't push.
Waiting upon the Lord has advantages; the best being a lack of regret.