Waiting

On Monday and Thursday nights I teach English to the adults in La Manzanilla. Many times I show up and there are no students. And so I wait. Hoping that someone will come. With everything in me I want to help. This is such a great opportunity for the people here to learn a new language, improve their communication skills, and develop both personally and professionally.

Lately the attendance has been, well...non-existent. Many people stop me on the street and tell me they will be there. But no one shows. The classes are free and are held in the evening so that more adults are able to attend. It seems everyone is busy or tired by the end of the day. Going to class to learn English is a sacrifice and takes alot of dedication.

The other night as I was waiting, I started to wonder how many times I do this to my sweet Saviour. How many times do I keep Him waiting when His heart's desire is to help me? To teach me. To take my burdens and lighten my load. His love is free and available anytime. Mentally I make notes of when I will schedule in time with Him. But I get tired. Busy. Lazy. More times than I would like to admit, I choose other things to occupy my time and thoughts. I couldn't stop picturing Him...waiting...for me. To come and sit. To listen. To learn.

Oh Lord, forgive me for putting other things before You. Make my heart's desire You, rather than the things of this world.