Sometimes you face the impossible and wonder how you’ll come out the other side.
Every thing I’ve tackled this week has a hit a wall of one kind or another. Most of the time I couldn’t find a solution or a work around. Both my physical and mental world are scattered with half done tasks waiting on something. The problem is, I don’t always know exactly what I’m waiting for.
It’s the big meeting that determines our financial future, that’s putting several other major actions on pause. It’s the phone call or the test results that pull the trigger on the next big thing. It’s waiting for that crucial email to let’s us know whether we can move forward.
I feel like a ship anchored in the ocean, waiting for the wind. Click To TweetI don’t know much about ships, but I’ve seen in movies and read in books is that sometimes the safest thing for a large vessel to do is to drop anchor while they wait out a storm. I feel another storm coming.
I’m not as afraid as I used to be. I recognize the signs now, and we’ve been through enough that I’m frankly too tired to fear. But the waiting is wearing me down. The clouds are gathering the slowly this time, and even though we’re prepared to batten down the hatches, the rain hasn’t fallen yet.
The feeling of being wound tight, ready to spring into action but now as time drags out, the constant tension wearies me. I don’t see a way out of this one.
But I have to believe that when the lightning finally starts, we'll come through it. Perhaps not unscathed, but at least undefeated. Click To TweetSo I stand on the deck and I look up at the North Star. Even if the storm shakes and stirs and turns the world on its head, I am anchored to the Rock and I only need to look north to find my way.
The waiting is the worst; one of the most memorable lines in ‘Henry V’ is “I wish it were day,” on the eve of Agincourt.
Praying for you, Bethany.
Thank you, Andrew. Waiting is certainly not my favorite part. I’m more of an action person most of the time. In the midst of a crisis, give me a task and I’ll usually stay calm. I know it isn’t the same, but I’ve often thought this is what is must be like for soldiers; all that hurry up and wait. But I know that if I can slow down enough, there is much to be learned in the waiting room.
“Anchored to the Rock!” That’s surely where we all need to be! Unfortunately I tend to be flailing in the wind like a kite on a string. Worry, waiting, the unknown….more string being let out so the kite can twirl. I’m going to try and remember your words, be anchored and look North. Lovely, Bethany! Cindy #fmf
I love the line: “I’m frankly too tired to fear.”
I’ve felt that SO many times. I’m a T11-T12 paraplegic since 2004. Managing life with 7 kiddos and medical unknowns has been a huge challenge. Knowing which way to go or even at times, which way to look next is a constant struggle.
Thank you for your beautiful post.
Emily, I’m so glad this spoke to you. I’ve spent most of my adult life dealing with unknowns of various kinds. I keep thinking it’s going to get easier. Hopefully we’ll all get better at it, even if life doesn’t get any easier.
I feel you! I love your beautiful testimony to the fact the we might not see a way, but we know the Way.
I am so glad He makes a way through the storm. Thank you for sharing your encouragement. I’m at #6 this week.
Waiting is the absolute worst. So so hard. But God finds a way to walk with us. I’m in the 60 spot this week.