April - August 2009: God makes a series of surprising promises to me, confirmed by multiple sources including the Bible and my discipler.
April 2009 - present: I struggle with my impatience to receive these awesome prizes . . . er, promises at their appointed time.
(If you don't believe in God or promises from Him, don't feel excluded. I hope that you read this and glean value from it.)
A thank-you note I've drafted to God any number of times since April:
Thank you very much for the lovely promise you sent me. I look forward to using it daily, as I have gradually become aware of what a great idea it is You have for me. I'm excited for the opportunities this holds and the adventures it implies. Especially appreciated was the double rainbow (of course You know how much we both love rainbows) You sent me in November as a reminder You don't make offhanded offers. My one request is that You speed this whole process up. After all, this whole plan of Yours is brilliant; I just want to make sure I get to those promises soon so I can
Grace and Peace direct from You,
The response from God any time I stop to listen:
Beloved Daughter, I am pleased that you like My gift so much. When I see your excitement and hear your anticipation, I am filled with pride to call you Mine. Never for a moment doubt the pleasure I receive when you appreciate even the smallest gift. Do not be impatient though, My love. Think of this promise as a rainbow, and don't focus on the pot of gold at the end. Stop for a moment and really look at the rainbow. Drink in its beauty. Luxuriate in its nuances as one color flows to the next. The gold is a reward, but it is not the only thing of value, and I must caution you: you won't receive it if you don't follow Me to the end (it's far too dangerous to go without Me). So again, I ask you to savor this promise and be at peace. I will not lead you astray, and I promise not to take too long.
Your Loving Father,
God (AKA Abba, YHWH, etc.)
Well, crap, He's gone and called me out with one of my favorite "objects" in nature. And sure enough, I do like the look of rainbows more than a pot of gold, and He knows that. But shh, don't tell the leprechauns; they show their foul tempers when you impugn their hoards.
So . . . look at the rainbow. Stare at the pretty colors. Watch the rainbow . . . and basically ignore the pot of gold for now.