Why sometimes waiting IS the answer

How society taught us that happiness requires justification

Welcome to another essay about my recent solo traveling experience in the French countryside. You can catch up on previous essays here.

Early in the morning, I found myself praying to God, “show me where I am on my journey,” prior to starting my Joe Dispenza Meditation. And as always, God delivered.

I visualized myself seated in a waiting room at a doctor’s office. Looking around to an empty space. Observing the cookie cutter artwork on the wall. The stale color palette. I then looked to my right, and there she was—my higher self.

“You’re in the waiting room, Karin. Think about it like this—when you’re at a doctor’s office, you arrive for your appointment just on time. You prepare before hand—getting your papers ready, your documents sorted, your story straight. But then, there’s nothing else for you to do other than wait for the moment they call you in to speak to the doctor. Now, you don’t know what will happen when you go in there. But you do know that when it’s your turn, they will call you in. You are certain of it. You don’t know what the doctor will say, where they will guide you, what they will show you. But you know that whatever you hear or receive is for your highest good. It might not be what you want to hear or see, but it always, always, always, is for your highest good.”

I’m getting it.

“Now, while you’re in this waiting room, there’s not much else to do other than…be. You can do whatever you want. You can use your time however you please. You can either fixate on the fears, the anxieties, the doubts. You can ruminate and analyze and be all up in your head. But wouldn’t it make sense to do the most fun thing? Wouldn’t that be the better use of your time? Like listening to a podcast, reading a book, calling a friend. That way, you’re not impatient, you’re not looking at the clock, you’re not analyzing why you are where you are. Rather, you’re at peace, knowing that soon, it’ll be your time. The answers will be revealed. The clarity will come. And that when they do call you in, whatever it leads to, will be the portal towards your next journey. The new adventure. That is all you must be certain of—that whatever comes next is beautiful, is grand, is remarkable, has God’s fingerprints written all over it.”

Profound.

“So, that’s where you currently are. You’re no longer back there—the moments before finding the doctor or making the appointment, figuring things out, planning next steps, lost or confused. No, no. You are here. You arrived at the perfect place. At the right place. You get to rest. You get to simmer. You get to wait. What a gift that is! That there’s nothing else to do…other than just…wait! No more doing, no more strategizing, no more pushing. Just…being. Enjoy it. Simmer in it. This is the prelude to a new chapter. And when God does declare it is your time, he will open that door, and you will no longer be in the waiting room, but in the next phase of your life. You will live the dreams that have been brewing in your heart.”

Sometimes I wonder if the wisdom God drops into my mind so effortlessly and poetically is what others experience in their meditations, too. Sometimes I feel like I’m just a witch. Either way, it got me thinking. About the waiting. About the purpose of it. And how we can allow it to simply be the answer we are seeking…

The purpose of the waiting room

The reason we pray for something isn’t because it’s a passing wish—it’s because our soul has finally found the courage to declare its truest desire. When we ask God for something—whether it’s deep healing, unconditional love, a dream role, or financial freedom—it’s not that we don’t have it yet. It’s that it already exists, but at a future point in our path. Our prayer is simply the soul’s way of saying, “I’m ready to walk toward it. I’m ready for You to prepare me to receive what has always been mine.”