By Kiera Rich – KRich13@bellsouth.net
Two weeks ago, I came up with what I thought was a really clever idea. “I’ll write a two part blog. A before view and an after view. A beginning and an end.” In case you missed the first part, here is a link. A two part, two perspective blog sounds like a great plan, doesn’t it?
In a perfect world, yes. In my world? Not so much. We’ve been waiting for news that was supposed to come approximately 2 days after my blog of August 10th. For those of you keeping score at home, it’s August 25th and we have no news. Yet.
I don’t know if no news is good news or no news is bad news. Or if news is just news and it doesn’t really matter. I don’t know whether to dance or cry. I am completely at a loss. For someone who navigates life with charts, graphs, and lists — this is pure torture.
Several years ago, I flew from Denver, Colorado to Lincoln, Nebraska. The flight was uneventful until we got to Lincoln. There was a storm and we couldn’t land. We circled Lincoln for longer than it took to fly there in the first place. We circled Lincoln for longer than it would have taken to fly to New Jersey. It drove me completely insane.
“If we had landed on time, I could have my luggage by now.” “If we had landed on time, I could have found my car by now.” “If we had landed on time, I could have already been home and in my jammies.” These thoughts kept running through my head but it did no good. Jammies or no, the pilot would not land that plane until it was safe to do so.
In his book, “Oh the Places You’ll Go”, Dr. Seuss talks about “The Waiting Place”. He describes it as an essentially useless place where people wait for something that may or may not happen. I don’t want to believe it or even consider it, but Jeff and I may be smack in the middle of that waiting place.
Although I hate being in this holding pattern that is currently my life, I keep reminding myself of circling Lincoln until the cows had no choice but to come home. When the time is right and it is safe to do so, I trust that God will land our plane. He will close this chapter in our lives and open a new one. Unfortunately, His timing seems to include crazed circling and a mind-numbing wait to which I can see no point.
But perhaps that IS the point. God is in control here. Not me. His timing is perfect. Mine falls woefully short. Maybe the waiting wouldn’t be so useless if I would use this time to draw closer to Him. And perhaps that is what He intended all along — for me to not waste this time caught somewhere between the now and the not yet.
1 Comment
August 26, 2008 at 6:25 pm
Hi, I just came across your blog a few weeks back and I wanted to thank you. I have had a rough few weeks (definetly not as bad as some have it but just not my “normal”) but I wanted to tell you reading your blog and stories have really made me stop and think and it really makes me feel a little better, so today as I am have another rough day I just wanted to say Thanks because your words made me smile! and today I really needed to remember God is in control.