Her long fingernails tap in allegro. Encouraging the receptionist to type faster. An exaggerated sigh follows each question raised and it becomes obvious to the entire room. Patience and courtesy are not on her to-do list today.
The older gentleman reaches for the newspaper as his wife frantically searches her purse. From the corner of my eye I catch him patting her knee softly. Assuring her everything is going to be alright. He offers what he can to her nerves, asking if he should follow or stay behind. And I witness love right there as she suggests he wait here in the sun’s warm rays.
It was only after my oldest was born that I grew to enjoy this room of waiting. The only place where time is not yours to control. And as the sea of others ebb and flow through every corridor, I allow rest to warm my soul. I don’t pull out my phone. I resist the urge to flip through ads. This is my time to spend in communion with Him. For we have a lot to talk about.
You may know He’s asked me to let go. To come undone. To retreat back to my natural state. Where joy is given freely, never grasped. What He hasn’t told me is how. And just like the allegro woman, I want to know. Now.
Words I read recently come to mind and I can’t help but grin at how timely this book found me. God uses these portions to remind me where I need to begin:
“What keeps many of us from growing is not sin, but speed…
We lose God in the blurred landscape as we rush…
We don’t struggle with the Bible but with the clock.
We’re drained because we live too fast.
Speed damages our soul…
Jesus came to give us rest.”
Michael Yaconelli, excerpts from Messy Spirituality
I find myself now in the same place of the dear elderly woman. Frantically searching for how to achieve life’s perfect tempo. Digging through my mental calendar at what I could cut out, slow down, put on pause.
When it hits me hard, knocking what breath I had left right out of my lungs.
Friends, He shared the secret with me last year. I talked about it in This Post when I began researching the origin of these verses:
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
“The Lord will fight for you and you need only to be still.”
Do you remember what I discovered while researching the Hebrew word for “Be Still”?
- It meant to let go.
- To release.
- To become weak.
My mind whirls with the possibility that He has been sharing the first step to this process for a while now.
Suggesting all I need to do is turn my heart into His waiting room.
A room I’ve grown to enjoy. Where I give my time to another to control. Where I can simply be as others around me ebb and flow. There I can rest when I am weak. Release. Let go. Receive all He has in store for me. Rise when I am called…
How about you? What does your waiting room look like? How do you let go to become still? I’d love to hear.
Sharing with you moments of gratitude I treasured this week in His waiting room:
- God loves us even when we don’t want Him to love us
- My hubby having a day off mid-week
- Gluten-free peanut butter cookies
- Reading “Messy Spirituality” It was a quick read and knocked my socks off. I’ll have to talk more about it.
- God refuses to exclude me
- My sister-in-law gifting me with new-to-me sandals
- Brilliant rainbow after the storm
- Seeing my nephew graduate
- My moment in the waiting room. As He invited me to stay.
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Thanks for sharing your time with me.