I have of late been pondering the concept of waiting. It seems that I, and several of my dearest friends are in a season of wait. For some it can be described at a time of dread of the unknown, for some a period of expectation, some hope, some a stall out-- for me it is a season of preparation. (I so badly want to burst into the song from the Lion King -- Some Disney friends are rubbing off on me. )
Be prepared. What am I being prepared for? I have no idea. That has been the theme lately. I don't know, and I don't have to-- it is not my responsibility to move... yet.
When I dance half the time I am waiting for the next move to be lead. If I think I know what is coming and I act on that I over jump the leader and mess the whole thing up. If I am afraid to move -- second guessing the lead I felt, again, I have botched things up. (Thank God for great leaders who can handle my following and still have amazing dances!) So what should I be? I am prepared, I am waiting. Every muscle in my body is ready to move, my balance is stable, my weight committed -- I am ready to go! Go where dunno. But I am ready. Waiting takes as much skill and strength as doing, but when the times comes we cannot hold back.
Perhaps God is waiting for us to be on the right foot, or even he is wanting us to build up enough momentum to fly into the new adventure he has for us. But whatever awaits, are we prepared? Waiting is not a bad thing, it is simply the compression before the tension. The Potential energy before kinetic. And when you have been given, granted even, a long period of waiting thank God, because he is about to do something AWESOME. Ready?
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