It’s been kind of quiet around here lately. Not the type of quiet where you are just sitting doing nothing; trust me its been plenty busy. It’s the kind of quiet where it feels like the world is going about it’s business, and I am in the middle of it’s whirlwind. I am watching everything go on in slow motion around me. Like I am in the eye of a storm…that kind of quiet.
I am still, and world is spinning around me, and I am waiting for the next thing.
I have heard over and over that waiting time is not wasted time. That you grow the most during the waiting. That waiting is the best thing you can do, when you aren’t exactly sure what you should do. But, if I am being honest, seasons of waiting cause the most frustration. Especially, when I am not completely sure what it is I am waiting for. I am just waiting.
The days come and go, and I am really not any closer to whatever it is I am waiting for. The little positive is that every morning the sun comes up I find myself one day further from the unknown.
We are all waiting for something, right?! For our kids to grow, so we can FINALLY use the bathroom alone. For the bills to be paid, so we can ESCAPE on that great vacation. To get enough experience, so we can finally MOVE ON to that dream job. Even things as small as the laundry, or coffee in the microwave, the mail, or the school pick up line involve more waiting. And little things seem bigger. And frustration edges out contentment.
While I have been feeling a little stuck in this vicious cycle, I came across something C.S. Lewis wrote. He said,
“I am sure that God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for him (or her) to wait.“
Then, I stumbled upon I Peter 1:6,
“So, be truly glad there is wonderful joy ahead, even though you have to endure many trials for a little while.”
I am so grateful for little pieces of encouragement placed along the way. Words placed right in front of me when I least expect it, and am distracted in my waiting.
I will choose happy this beautiful Sunday night because of God inspired words and perfectly timed encouragement. These aptly placed words have shown me that His eye is on sparrow even in eye of the storm, and suddenly seasons of waiting are filled with possibility instead of frustration.
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