Wait For Me
The power of waiting is incredible.
I use to think persistence would be the key to unlock my heart, but I've since been corrected. It is the power and patience found in waiting.
The 'soaking nights' in January have proven to me the weight found in this simple act.
I now understand why The Lake House and its themes had such an impact on me. It all had to do with time (and words). The story is hardly original. But what I did particularly enjoy, amongst other things, was how the theme of time was creatively used to illustrate the transcending power of love and the timeless power of waiting.
The past week have been massive to say the very least. Personal revelations have been thrown at me left, right and centre. The changes have been amazing. The shifts in perspective - mind blowing. Everything makes so much sense to me now!
I'm still obviously learning to orientate. So please bear with me.
On a personal note of reflection:
It's been funny. I've never been one to expect anyone, specifically a guy in the romantic sense to wait for me.
A well meaning, dear and trusted friend once said to me, aeons ago, that there was no point expecting a man to wait. It just wasn't in their nature. I had thought, fair enough. I mean, the way I saw it we lived in a society that promoted and commended the self-serving philosophy. Throw into the mix my personal and misguided belief at the time - that it isn't and wasn't right or fair to expect, let alone ask a guy to wait. So what more was I to expect?
The opposite.
What I didn't realise, at the time, was that my friend's well meaning statement killed a small part of my heart along with it. And my misguided belief; a self-protective mechanism to counter the ways of a threatening world to avoid obvious hurt and disappointment from the people I feared most - men.
But now, things are different. Everything has changed.
This isn't just a romantic unreal notion to me anymore. This is real - the wait. He has shown me how real it is. In many ways, He was the only one who could.
In a world bustling and striving, of attaining and surviving; I have finally discovered the value of waiting, the gentle truth of the Spirit's whispers, and the echoing stillness of where abundant life is truly found.
I use to think persistence would be the key to unlock my heart, but I've since been corrected. It is the power and patience found in waiting.
The 'soaking nights' in January have proven to me the weight found in this simple act.
I now understand why The Lake House and its themes had such an impact on me. It all had to do with time (and words). The story is hardly original. But what I did particularly enjoy, amongst other things, was how the theme of time was creatively used to illustrate the transcending power of love and the timeless power of waiting.
The past week have been massive to say the very least. Personal revelations have been thrown at me left, right and centre. The changes have been amazing. The shifts in perspective - mind blowing. Everything makes so much sense to me now!
I'm still obviously learning to orientate. So please bear with me.
On a personal note of reflection:
It's been funny. I've never been one to expect anyone, specifically a guy in the romantic sense to wait for me.
A well meaning, dear and trusted friend once said to me, aeons ago, that there was no point expecting a man to wait. It just wasn't in their nature. I had thought, fair enough. I mean, the way I saw it we lived in a society that promoted and commended the self-serving philosophy. Throw into the mix my personal and misguided belief at the time - that it isn't and wasn't right or fair to expect, let alone ask a guy to wait. So what more was I to expect?
The opposite.
What I didn't realise, at the time, was that my friend's well meaning statement killed a small part of my heart along with it. And my misguided belief; a self-protective mechanism to counter the ways of a threatening world to avoid obvious hurt and disappointment from the people I feared most - men.
But now, things are different. Everything has changed.
This isn't just a romantic unreal notion to me anymore. This is real - the wait. He has shown me how real it is. In many ways, He was the only one who could.
In a world bustling and striving, of attaining and surviving; I have finally discovered the value of waiting, the gentle truth of the Spirit's whispers, and the echoing stillness of where abundant life is truly found.
"Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him"
Psalm 37:7
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