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Sometimes the road has climbs that don't make sense. There are valleys that seem out of place considering the quest.
The wide and accommodating has always made more sense and the level and paved road is much more appealing.
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I am amazed at the days, months, even years I have been asked to wait. I am sometimes sheltered and sometimes exposed. I am sometimes standing and sometimes I resign to rest. There are times I am dizzied by expectation, pockets empty, heart trying to keep up and hands lifted above the fray in hopes of offering more than what I am.
This part.
The waiting.
It's terrifying to be passed by focused friends and brothers. It's suffocating to be too obedient to speak. The waiting. It's hard to be still. It's hard to be still and silent.
Narrow and straight still beckon in whispers and I cautiously step out and onward. I thought I would arrive sooner. I thought I would be here long before now. The peak I had so longed to look from is now at my feet and I look quizzically at the fresh faces of those who sprinted in, they are stretching their limbs, panting in their exhaustion and excitement. There is refreshment waiting for them and there is joy as reunions are made. I am remembering my own expectations mirrored in their satisfied expressions.
The journey though, has changed in me. As I bow my head in peaceful gratitude I am towering over my feet and looking down has never spanned so great a chasm. There has been a great recovery. I see more than I have ever seen and I am stretched in my own observance.
Soon I begin to notice the disturbance. There is an ever revolving door on my precipice. The runners move in and then move on. Some of them observing a legitimate call to further their journey, and some...moving because they cannot be stayed. Nothing I can do or say has any effect on their need to keep a steady and constant eye on beyond and a rhythmic step in the direction of more. It was nice here for a while and we mutually encouraged each other, but they must go.
I realize that I am still once again.
I am no longer still in waiting, I am still in my calling and I question: had I arrived sooner, how long could I have stayed?
Had I not been taught to wait, would I ever be content to be faithful in my destination?
"Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on thee" Psalm 25:21 KJV
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