To Wait

Many times I think about waiting in a day. I think about waiting in line for dinner. I think about waiting for my coffee to be brewed. I think about waiting for the guy in chapel to stop speaking because he is getting really boring. These are the things that I wait for. But there are larger things. These larger things are the major milestones that one would look for within their lives. But sometimes I feel as if I just cannot wait. These thing are going to be so impacting that it seems impossible to continue to wait. I try to fill the void with distractions, but they are never enough, the waiting grows in length, and my patience nears an end. I hope that I might find that there is joy in the waiting, but I fear that this waiting might just lead to frustration. How long can a person wait before giving in? What is it that keeps us waiting? Is it promises? Is it hope? Is what we wait for better while we wait? Or is what we wait for even greater than we imagined once we obtain it? I just do not know.