Aspects of Austen

I hate waiting. It requires sitting still, not doing anything (*shivers*), and waiting in patient anticipation. How awful does that sound? But, have you noticed how hard it is to sit and wait for anything in this age? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am an ardent supporter of Amazon Prime (two day shipping?!) and I love getting my food fast, but it's not exactly a patience-practicing environment. We expect things NOW, not later, not (heaven forbid) a few days from now, but NOW. If our food isn't served right away (even if the restaurant is crowded), we get agitated and sometimes even threaten not to tip, or pay. If our Instagram feed doesn't load within a few seconds, we immediately quit and reload the app, furious that technology has failed us yet again.  The worst part is we do nearly the same thing with God. How many times have we asked God, "Why am I waiting?" How many times have we threatened to quit because his plan isn't "load

I grew up believing that I could be a fairy. Fairies didn't have to worry about anything - all problems could be solved with the simple solution of (yes, you guessed it) pixie dust. Unfortunately, the realities of adulthood are not so easily rectified. Things that are broken cannot be cured with magic, especially not something as fragile as trust. It dawned on me that I do not have a great deal of trust nor faith in the people around me, and I used to think that this was a fairly common, even normal, phenomenon. But, I've come to the conclusion that it is a wildly discordant and (dare I speak frankly?) miserable way to live. Because not only do I not have faith in the people and circumstances around me, but I have used that fear and disillusionment as an excuse to mistrust the only one that can absolutely be trusted. God. And no, that wasn't meant as an expletive. He has come through for me time and time again, but how have I rewarded such faithfulness? With broke