Two years ago I posted something that said, "Don't be the person that says "I'm waiting on God," when in reality you're just too scared to make a move." (Shoutout to Facebook for the reminder). I'm pretty sure this resonated with me back in 2016 with as much intensity and severity as it does today. It's a really hard question to ask, but very necessary...So Janae, are you waiting for someone else or even God, or are you actually using "the wait" as an excuse to procrastinate? Ouch!!!!
Before I could even spell the word P R O C R A S T I N A T E, my mom had pegged me (and rightfully so) as a chronic procrastinator. I was the kid who told their mom the biggest project of the year was due the night before or that I needed a white dress for something hours after we'd left the store for something else. In an effort to blame someone else for this apparent shortcoming, I'm going to suggest that procrastinating must be in my DNA. It has to be a trait that's been passed down from generation to generation, right?
So then I ask myself why? What are my reasons for procrastinating under the guise of waiting? Am I actually using God as a scapegoat? <insert sad face emoji> Could it be that some combination of fear, laziness, the desire for perfection or perhaps even complacency have caused me to become paralyzed and that succumbing to them is much easier than moving? Then BOOM, I get hit with Ecclesiastes 11:4, "Farmers who wait for perfect weather never plant. If they watch every cloud, they never harvest."