i'm waiting for jake to come home.
waiting for a phone call to be returned.
it seems that we are always waiting for something. some we know are waiting for their loved ones to wake up. waiting for signs of life. waiting for hope to fill them again. waiting for eyes to open and life to be revived. waiting for their womb to be filled. waiting for their womb to be emptied. waiting for a lover to call their own. waiting for their lover to call. waiting for viruses to run their course. waiting for cells to be killed so life can be lived. waiting for school to start. waiting for school to end. waiting for the party to start. waiting for the party to end. waiting for the next deposit so groceries can be bought. waiting for dinner to be done. waiting to leave. waiting to return. waiting to go to bed. waiting for the sunrise. waiting for the first step. waiting for death.
see? waiting is our life.
and perhaps we could, as our pastor once said, "learn to wait well." that's what i want in my heart. in the deep, deep places of who i am, i want to not be afraid of waiting.
i want to wait patiently.
even wait joyfully.
if waiting is our life than how we wait is who we are.
i like what john eldredge and his wife stasi have to say about it:
“Living in true beauty can require much waiting, much time, much tenacity of spirit. We must constantly direct our gazes toward the face of God, even in the presence of longing and sorrow. It is in the waiting that our hearts are enlarged. The waiting does not diminish us… God does not always rescue us out of painful season. You know that he does not always give to us what we so desperately want when we want it. He is after something much more valuable than our happiness. Much more substantive than our health. He is restoring and growing in us an eternal weight of glory. And sometimes… it hurts.”