Waiting
I always think about those waiting on something at Christmas time. A job, an answer, a significant other, a home, a friend, a baby, a healthy body, a pandemic to be over, or maybe even waiting on peace of mind. That in-between space -- the land after an admitted desire and before the fruition of it -- is so very vulnerable.
And even though there may be many other people waiting on a similar thing, it feels at the same time like you might be the only one. I see you waiting. I feel that very personal and tender space with you.
And I think about those countless people of God who waited in what seemed like silence for hundreds of years before the one. THE ONE! Finally came. Even though the waiting will not be wasted it’s okay to admit the pain in the not-today. In the not-yet. God has not forgotten. He hears. He knows. He’s up to something. The roots of spiritual depth He grows while waiting are strong and sturdy. You will believe Him more on the other side. But I’m still broken with you that the waiting doesn’t end today.
~ post by Kristin Stockfisch (friend of Rev Ruth Bell Olsson)
