My husband and I are waiting for a phone call. If we hear a “yes” on the other end of the line, our entire life is going to change. Wild, scary, exciting, growing types of change.
In January, we were told that we would get this phone call on March 8.
On March 8, we found out the date was pushed to April 15.
On April 15, we were told we would have to wait at least another 3 weeks.
So many times we have looked at each other and sighed, “I feel like our entire life is on hold.”
We’re in the Waiting Place.
I’ve been in the Waiting Place a lot in the past year.
It’s an infuriating place to be.
You feel stuck.
You want to fly out of your skin but you’re forced to stand still.
You want to scream to the the sky, the doctor, the therapist, the school, yourself, God–HURRY UP!!!!
There are long sleepless nights of “What if…this? What if…that? What if…nothing?”
There are long conversations discussing every scenario under the sun and every response to “this one” or “that one” but you can’t pick any one because you are in the Waiting Place.
I wish I had some big, wise, amazing thing to write about “How to be patient” or “How to Wait Well.”
Right now, I feel like I’m in that quiet place you get to when you’ve cried your eyes out: Your shoulders stop heaving; your breath comes in shaky waves, but it’s slowing.
And you feel still.
I’m spent with the waiting. I was spent last year when we were waiting for answers from the school about Benji’s Child Study, about whether or not he would pass first grade, about the Autism testing.
I’ve reached the still place at the end of all my anticipation, scenarios, worries, and what-ifs.
“Be still, and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10
I can’t fight my way out of the Waiting Place, like the boy does in Oh! The Places You’ll Go.
It’s too exhausting.
But, if I’ve learned anything in the last year, waiting doesn’t last forever. It does come to an end.
And in the meantime, while my soul is still in the Waiting Place, life goes on. We may feel like our life is standing still right now but it isn’t.
Our Real Life is happening right now, not three weeks from now, not next month, not in the fall, not next year.
I have dinners to cook, stories to read, homework to check, friends to visit, boo-boos to kiss, a husband to dream with, a house to care for.
I have my family to love.
Love always moves forward. There is so much Good to be done.
Even in the Waiting Place.
Are you in the Waiting Place right now?
How do you cope?
Teach me how you “Wait Well!”
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