I am Jane.
I am Abraham lying to Pharaoh when he didn’t trust the Lord to protect him and Sarah.
I am Rebekkah taking charge and forcing Jacob to deceive his brother and position himself for the birthright.
I am Jacob stealing Isaac’s blessing rather than waiting for God to fulfill his promises.
I am Leah, birthing sons and waiting for Jacob’s heart and longing for acceptance.
I am Laban, separating the black sheep and speckled goats in attempts to puppeteer his outcome.
I am Jane and I’m racking up reasons I should get what I want and why it should happen now.
I’m the two year old on the floor next to her mother’s shopping cart, bellowing and crying and throwing myself around in protest.
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And then, during lunch, I hear it:
his soft whisper
“When the fullness of time had come, GOD…” (Gal 4:4)
Those words, no longer empty, but bubbling over with hope and promise.
Those words, exactly what my heart needed, in exactly the right time.
I am Jane.
I am the daughter of the King who longs to give me every good and perfect gift.
So I’ll wait for the fullness of time.
I’ll wait for God.