day eight

"meanwhile, friends, wait patiently for the Master's arrival. you see farmers do this all the time, waiting for their valuable crops to mature, patiently letting the rain do its slow but sure work. be patient like that. stay steady and strong. the Master could arrive at any time.

friends, don't complain about each other. a far greater complaint could be lodged against you, you know. the Judge is standing just around the corner. 

take the old prophets as your mentors. they put up with anything, went through everything, and never once quit, all the time honoring God. what a gift life is to those who stay the course! you've heard, of course, of job's staying power, and you know how God brought it all together for him at the end. that's because God cares, cares right down to the last detail."

~ james 5:7-11, the message



i hate hospitals.  i think of needles and tubes and monitors and death.  but hospitals are also places of treatment and rehabilitation and healing and birth.

i've found, though, that a lot happens in the waiting rooms in the wings.  sincere hope is felt in the waiting room.  loving memories are shared in the waiting room.  future plans are made in the waiting room.  astounding news is learned in the waiting room.  life is found in the waiting room.

life is found in the waiting...

 
i have my mother's face.  my mother's naivete.  and my mother's hair.

i have my father's ear.  my father's ocd.  and my father's patience.

i'm not very good at waiting, but God's working on me and maybe one day i'll finally learn that waiting is, well,...it's living.