The worth of waiting

on Monday, 18 December 2017. Posted in Editorials, Opinions

By: Leslie B. Williamson

Most of us can identify with the anxiety of the Christmas season. I remember being so excited the last day of school before the winter break, I could hardly contain myself. The expectation of the possibility of seeing Santa and finding my toys had “appeared” after midnight on Christmas day had my juvenile nerves in a bundle.

I was wandering down memory lane just the other day on social media and I brought up the memory that I had of listening to the radio to hear Santa read my letter on the broadcast. I would sit ever so still at the kitchen table with my mom while she was preparing dinner and watching the clock to make sure to be tuned in to WHSC to hear my letter being read by the one and only Santa Claus himself. After hearing what I had waited for, my heart leaped over and over again as my mom would make a big deal out of it us hearing Santa read my letter. Later after dark, we would ride down town and gaze at the store windows that were so beautifully decorated. Coker’s Department store, Belk and Tomlinson’s, to name a few were my favorites. My dad would then take over and drive us in various neighborhoods to allow me and my friends see the beautiful homes decorated for the holiday season. It was such a joy to be a child then, but having to wait for Christmas day was the worst! It seemed like it took forever for the big day to come, but the wait was worth it.

I remember waking up early but just lying in bed until I heard someone get up first. I was even afraid to go to the bathroom during the night because of the fear of actually seeing Santa. I was too afraid for that! Getting up (and making a much needed pit stop) and heading straight to the living room, my eyes beheld all the many toys I requested. I had more things that I didn’t ask for than what I had asked for because my parents knew just what I needed. It was so much to take in at one time. With Andy Williams, Dinah Shore and Barbra Streisand belting out carols that warmed the atmosphere, I indulged in the bounty that was put before me while my parents, still in their pajamas watched me open each gift with smiles on their faces. Breakfast was waiting in the kitchen and my presence at the table was requested but my mind was on what had blessed me under the tree.

I often teach about the gift of having to wait. It is something that we hate to do, but God knows when and not if He will manifest what we want and need. My gifts under the tree were a sacrifice that my sweet mom and dad made so that I might have memories to share with my children and with my readers. There was also a sacrifice for the gifts that God has given us and it was through my Jesus Christ and Him crucified that we receive them. Waiting is always worth what you are waiting for and God will give you more than what you ask for.

The scriptures declare in Ephesians 3:20 that God is able to do exceeding and abundantly above what we can ask or even imagine, but the way it turns out is according to the power that works in us individually. Make it easy on yourself while you wait for God to work out your situation. Go check out the lights and displays, go find an inspiring message on the internet to keep you encouraged, serve at the soup kitchen or volunteer to read at a daycare. There are so many things to do while you wait that will keep your mind balanced and not overwhelmed with “when will it happen”. Serve while you wait….it will be worth it! Merry Christmas and until next time, be the blessing that God created you to be. © LBW 12/15/17