I have the tendency to shift into neutral and idle. I have noticed that some people explode out of the blocks when they meet with a challenge, sometimes it seems, without even giving their direction a second thought. I have done this as well, but too often I crouch and stare at the expanse, waiting.
Lingering isn’t the same as waiting on God. Waiting in His presence is actively surrendering a situation to God and, in the meantime, moving forward in a direction in keeping with His will. Lingering evokes feelings of the past, wishes for something different, stubbornly waiting for my own way to somehow materialize.
When I linger long, I find nothing. I stand abandoned in a place that no longer exists—the past, the abyss of my wishing. I strand myself, refusing connections and choices. What’s more, this place is a mirage, it’s untrue. God is behind me, tapping my shoulder. Turn around, child, I will show you the way.
When I find myself at the end of the road, it’s because I have driven myself there and it is no place to set up camp. Nothing good comes down that road, I must turn and begin to walk and talk to God and when I do, He will come alongside and take my arm. He waits on my return
Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it. Haggai 1:5-6
Meeting God at the Park 