This is a re-post from 2017
I’ts something we all must embrace in varying degrees at different times through life. But why do we find it so hard to do? Is there a way to view in a new and edifying light this most prosaic of disciplines? What am I talking about?
Yep. Waiting. Here’s a picture of what that feels like sometimes, right? Looking down, staring at your firmly planted feet; not gazing too far on the horizon for fear that to hope might disappoint.
I came across this little quote scribbled in my notes the other day — unfortunately I don’t know who said it. Apparently not my best note-taking moment. 🙂
“Waiting faith is strong faith”.
I’m typing this as I sit on the sofa with my knee packed in ice … for the 6th day in a row. Pretty sure I have a slightly torn meniscus, an injury notoriously slow to heal. Hubby’s been out of town for the entire week and so, with lots of time on my hands, I’ve been propped up here, tending my knee while reading and writing and doing a lot of thinking … thinking about this quote.
Truth is, there has been an awful amount of waiting to be done these last four years. Not the short-term kind of waiting, as with a knee injury, but the type that has a way of moving in and overstaying its welcome. When life gets turned upside down and nothing fits into place like it used to, waiting seems to be the name of the game.
Can you relate? Waiting … to see where things will land … to know if life will level out long enough to begin making plans for the future … to find answers to a laundry list of big and seemingly unanswerable questions … for the Hand of God to move and direct and order all that we care so deeply about.