This one goes out to all my fellow Waiters. You know who you are. I wrote this at the prayer room at Bethel Church in Redding California and I feel like I can finally share it- it’s not so tender.
Waiting is not a game.
Waiting is a dance of surrender.
And imperfect acceptance.
A meeting of destiny and identity
in a moment by moment appreciation for the Now.
All things will come to pass in His time;
(He is outside time)
While we fret against this weighty fetter
He flies through Eternity
where all His promises have been fulfilled.
We are nothing.
Striving avails us naught.
It is the dance;
measured steps with a God who is boundless
Where we learn to meet ourselves
The people of Light
Who have been perfected in Christ
Waiting is not fruitless
The pain is not the point.
There is unexpected music in the deep places of our hearts
For He is there.
He is Music.
He is Movement.
Conductor, accompanist, partner
For whom each step, each moment, is precious
Experiences are many but fleeting
And the dance of one who truly waits is rare.
Embrace the purpose of the season
Seek the Music.
Trust.
He counts each tear and saves them as precious treasures
And He will not forget
those graceful movements of a heart
seeking to align itself with Him
in a dance of pain
in a season of sorrow
when destiny is glimpsed only dimly
On a far horizon.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,,…… This is one of those haunting pieces that strikes right at the core of all who have tasted the lord, dined with him, said yes, called deeper, given dreams, determination, hope, then tried, tested, drawn ever deeper, and held once again in the captive embrace of the beloved.
-a fellow waiter-
Wow!
oh–! my!