Humidity and Life Lessons

Wow it's been awhile since I've written on this thing. I really have no excuse except that I'm lazy, so I apologize and we'll just jump right in.
So it's been humid lately. I hate the humidity. I can handle the heat, I can even handle the cold (in small doses) but there are few things in this life, you know next to poverty and injustice and evil, that I disdain more than a sticky, shower four times day just to feel clean, walk five minutes and be drenched into sweat, disgusting humid morning. But the thing is I love the rain. To me there's something magical, beautiful, cleansing about the rain. Suddenly when the clouds open and the downpour begins the humidity, the awful unbearable wanna pull my own hair out humidity turns into something awe-inspiring.
I know not everyone may agree with my views on humidity and rain, but there are a plethora of analogies that are suitable, dieting comes to mind, or working really hard for something you believe in. The humidity analogy is apropos for where I'm at right now and what I'm going through.
Put simply I hate waiting. I hate standing in line, I hate waiting for my internet to load, I even get frustrated waiting for the bus, not that I usually have anything pressing to get to, it's just the simple fact that I'm waiting and I could be doing something probably just as meaningless. But most of all I hate waiting for an answer and waiting to fulfill my plans. We're a generation of now, immediate gratification, of I have to have now and I am no exception. Currently I'm waiting for God. Which when written down seems like I'm putting God on my timetable and in a way I am. I have no way of knowing what god has in store and how long is will take for him to fulfill His promises. After all a thousand years is a day and a day is thousand years, but quite honestly I hope he's not silent for a thousand years because I'm only human. I'm waiting for God to show me Himself. I know he does this every single day, but perhaps the doubter, the skeptic in me needs something bigger. I look around and I see yes amazing things, but I also see tragedies and it seems like God is silent for much of it. I'm not even going to pretend I know what His plan is, but a little confirmation every now and then would be appreciated. Is that selfish of me?
But that's not even though the point. The point is we are called to go through times of waiting and to be obedient in those times. Even in times of doubt and confusion we still must cling to our mustard seed faith and believe that God will bring the downpour in His own time. It's the waiting that's hard but it's the waiting that makes it worth it. Without waiting we would not know what it is like to do without, and if we don't know what it's like to do without we take advantage and forget the greatness of the gift we are given. So maybe the reason I love the rain is because growing up in California it was a rarity, but when it happened you can bet your bottom dollar I was outside playing in it. So I think that goes for God's timing. I know i'm oversimplifying but bear with me. Though God doesn't always show us His plan and purpose at the moments we deem most appropriate when he does show us glimpses of Himself, it's something magical and something to be treasured. So for the time being I will embrace the humidity and wait for the day I can be completely consumed in the downpour of His glory and greatness