Photograph by: Karen Holmes
"I don't know what the future my hold, but I know who holds the future."
- Ralph Abernathy
In each of our lives there are waiting rooms: cubicles of time reserved for what comes next.
We wait for:
a sweet baby to be birthed and held for the first time; a job that will more clearly define and ignite our God-given talents; a benevolent boss; a medical report that optimistically points towards healing and good health; a well-planned holiday that cheerfully beckons restoration; a new much-longed-for business of our own; classes that will teach and thrill us with pathways to discovery; a return home; a graceful, loving resolution for a relationship that lingers at a crossroads of mending or departure.
It is up to us to decide how we will reside in our life's waiting rooms: either relaxing enough to receive a much-needed respite in the womb-like shelter, or giving in to anxiety and fear. Of course, we are free to choose the simple idea that we are held divinely and strongly... even if it feels daunting or unsure. The answer will eventually come... how will you choose to wait during the time in between?