During quiet afternoons I can lay on the sofa and hear the discreet humming of the ceiling fan. The sun still towers high as if expelling all clouds that might obscure its radiance. The past couple of days have ushered cooler temperatures and lovely breezes that soothes sweaty brows. (I say cooler temperatures because we have dipped below 100 degrees, teetering in the 90’s.) This makes for pleasant walks. And during such walks I contemplate.
The majority of life is lived in the great state of WAIT. The holding pattern between the close of one life event and the start of another. What do we do during this period? We are so accustomed to instant gratification. Drive-thru’s. 4G. Video streaming. Music downloads. Same day shipping. Waiting seems such a waste of time. People in traffic behave ridiculously because they would rather avoid being forced to wait. We’re all in a hurry.
Sometimes in life we can’t avoid the WAIT. Or rather, we shouldn’t try to bypass it. This period of waiting can be a transition. It is in the transitions that we learn the most about ourselves. It can also be a time where we re-evaluate how we think and what we believe. When one is in a transition, one is not comfortable. It is a period of discontent, filled with many questions. I believe it prompts us to seek answers to our questions, to seek the next level, to seek direction. It is during this state that we discover who we are and who we are not. It won’t be easy arriving there, but we’ll be ever grateful to have undergone the transition. To bypass it would stunt our growth.
So much of this life is lived in between, between the now and the not yet, between arriving and departing, between growing up and growing old, between questions and answers. Lord, help us not to live for the distant day when the in-between will be no more, but help us to have the courage to step into that sacred space of the in-between–knowing that this is a place where life is transformed.
I am going through a transition. In this stage of the WAIT I cross out the days on my calendar with breathless anticipation. That was not my attitude in the beginning. I couldn’t see how I would get ‘there’. Now, I feel it in my heart, in my gut, in my bones…that expectancy. The ripples awakened by the approaching new season thumps against my chest. It is near. So very near.
Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
–Sarah Ban Breathnach
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