I have been in the church scattered waiting room far too many times in my life. At times, I was there because I was making bad decisions with wrong priorities and it was time for change. Other times, I have been there in the midst of a time of spiritual renewal. I have learned the hard way, to stop asking Why and transition to What. What can I learn and what is my next step. This post by Alica Akins is a heartfelt story of grace:
“You have a plan for me.”
Each day I wake to these words, the opening lyrics to a worship song I set as my alarm some rejections ago. If I’m untroubled, I stop the song there and start my day. Other mornings, when my pillow is still damp from the previous night’s cry or my heart worn from waiting—35 years for a spouse, 15 months for a job, indefinitely for the resurrection of friendships lost—I let the whole thing play. Battling waves of envy, frustration, and shame I wait, echoing the psalmist’s heavenward cry: “My eyes fail, looking for your promise” (Ps. 119:82).