The Joy :::cough cough::: of Waiting

I'm in a holding pattern now, in regards to that/those thing/s I can't talk about without being very vague (or as Uncle Ben mentioned in comments on yesterday's post, talking in code). I'll have to work out a code later. For now, I'll just be vague.

I wonder if God is telling me it's time to learn to be a little more patient. Okay, probably a lot more patient. In a world where communication has become instantaneous, I'm left twiddling my thumbs for minutes, hours, days, weeks, and even months about this. I want my answer/s now, but the person / people / powers-that-be that can get me the information doesn't/don't happen to use email. At this point I think I'd settle for smoke signals along the horizon in Morse Code. I'm not fluent in Morse yet, but I do have a cheat sheet that I could use for a nice short message like this one:
_ . _ _
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. . .
Is that too much to ask?

Don't answer that yet.

I'll wait.