I am waiting for all things to be made new, including my very self. Yet the transformation of my heart - which has happened and which happens every day - takes longer than I'd like.
My dear friend Kelley reminded me of this beautiful passage from C.S. Lewis's Mere Christianity. It suggests that God's ways are not mine; and that waiting on him always has purpose.
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.