Lately I find myself sitting outside in God's waiting room. It is a place without prayers or pleas or noise or appointments. It's just sitting around with my hands folded in my lap or reading a magazine. Waiting for some news. Doing nothing proactive. A good friend this week had an appointment for me. She sent along a really deep, thoughtful prayer she said on my behalf. Which is good. Because I don't think I'm supposed to ask right now. I'm just supposed to sit here and drink coffee until my submissions to the inbox are reviewed.
We all say when you pray you should move your feet. These feet have taken me all over the place. High places where I was spouting rainbows and sunshine to discouraged people. Low places where my heart was shrunken, little, and timid. So I'm sitting here waiting for the next operating instructions. Being as comfortable as anyone can be in a waiting room.
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