The Waiting Room of Life

I’ve never been a fan of waiting…I’m the girl that dives head first into the ocean and once I’m under water conveniently remembers that I need to hold my breath. Yup that’s me in a nut shell. But wonders of wonders lately and when I say lately I mean the last few years -I’ve felt God working on that part of me. Prompting me to rest, not try to map out my own life, but wait …and wait, and wait. Sigh at least that’s how it’s felt to me, like I’ve been placed in the waiting room of life. But something remarkable has been happening to me in this seemingly endless white space…it starts as a quiet whisper. A whisper so gently soft yet so powerful, and I can only hear it when I rest from my own work, my own will to do. I hear God speak to me that He holds me in His hands and that His grace is sufficient for whatever life holds in store. When I hear this I begin to relax; I mean we’re talking about the Author of life, the One with unlimited wisdom, surely I can trust Him with my life…I mean He died so I might live and have an abundant life, so why worry ? It’s a daily faith walk and one that’s not so easy when trusting is not my strong suit, but I place my hand in His and say “Alright Lord, speak for your servant is listening” and you know what? It’s then that I begin to hear Him loud and clear say “Follow Me.”