All good things take time and patience. A line that Nana included in a letter she wrote to me while I was a college student, it was likely in response to some fears that I had at that point in my life...fears about my future...and mostly the fear that I wouldn't date or get married. While my Nana was super-talented in multiple areas, I don't remember her being quick to dispense life advice, which was why this written wisdom was especially meaningful to me. And boy, was she right. I was waiting and waiting for the right man to enter my life. Sometimes I waited with hope. Most times, I feared that the very thing I longed for would never happen. All along, the man waited for, the one I would marry, was there, and I had absolutely no idea. First, he was just another member of our campus church group. Then he became a (very funny and thoughtful) good friend of my sister's. Next he decided to lead a Bible study on campus, and I was assigned to coach the Bible study leaders. He was the troublesome one who wanted to break all of the Bible study rules. I was the uptight one putting him in his place. We will never be friends, I thought. But then, the unthinkable happened: I observed him and grew to respect him and enjoy him, and apparently, he began to respect and enjoy me too. I invited him to my work holiday party. He threw snowballs at my window and left me thoughtful notes on my car. He went running with me. I sat with him as he attempted to complete school projects. Our relationship was rising up. It was growing, even blossoming. I was hopeful. Could this be the one I was waiting for? Was our relationship one of the good things that my Nana wrote about?
As I type this, I'm waiting for some bread dough to rise. Making bread doesn't seem to require any special skill or talent. Really, you just need the ability to wait. You mix the dough together and let it sit for hours. Then you form the dough into a loaf and you let it sit some more. Next you bake it for a while and let it sit until it's cool enough to slice. Act, wait, act, wait. It's hard though...the waiting, that is. I'm hungry, and I know that the bread is good. But the waiting makes the bread that much better. I watched you rise up. I smelled you as you were baking. I longed for you. I desired you. And the longing and desire make you taste even better, even more satisfying, than what I could have imagined.