I feel like I did when I was younger. I remember how my parent would announce we would be leaving on a family vacation and I was excited. The destination didn't matter too much to me...unless it was Disneyland. I mean really, who doesn't LOVE Disneyland!??! Oh and I'd like to invite anyone who doesn't share my love of Disney to keep it to themselves as I will more or less snap...too many trials here my friends.
Anyhoo, I remember climbing into the car and watching the lights go by from my window. As a child it was always so exciting. More often than not I would be the one screaming...Are we there yet? Are we there yet?!
It is this particular moment I find myself doing the same thing. "Lord, Are we there yet?" I want to scream, but as of yet I have refrained. However, He sees my heart and has more than likely seen what I am feeling. Needless to say we are still here. Yesterday I spent a few minutes showing a couple of gentlemen the property. They want to build a gas station here. I believe they would do well and I pray it works. The older gentleman explained that as long as the city would allow him to put gas tanks in front of the store he was ready to buy. A lump formed in my neck. Hu-WHAT did her say?!?!
The problem is...I don't believe him. I believe in the Lord. Men are born to weakness and so I find myself not exactly believing what anyone tells me until I see it first hand. I've been disappointed too many times.
So I sit and wait. I tap the keys of the keyboard as I stare at the clock and time passes me by. Lord, are we there yet?