Lately, I’ve been in a line, feeling stuck. It is called the “waiting- for- test- results” line, and it seems never ending because the results of these tests need more tests, and on the wait goes. It is not fun.
I think that I tend to stand in this line, to the side of this coaster called Life, almost paralyzed, sometimes being willing to take the ride, but lots of times I am distracted, just standing in line, waiting, because that seems like the natural thing to do. It is what is expected.
I feel like something has been revealed to me.
I see some empty seats on the coaster ride that I had not seen before. Why have I spent time waiting in line when there are empty seats that need filled? Not only are they empty, but the ones I am meant to sit in are made only for me.
I am learning how to resolve myself to the inevitable twists and turns that come while I am on. I am learning to buckle up and find joy in the ride, despite the uncertainty and insecurity it can create in me. The extra brave hold their hands up, even when the coaster seems to be spiraling out of control. I want to be extra brave. I want to hold my hands up in glee, letting go of all control, because I know the buckle will hold me. He is my security. He is trustworthy.
He has reason for my ride. He has seats that only I can fill while on it. He knows the joy and freedom I can experience when I am being exactly where I need to be, buckled in at all times. If I refuse, I am missing out on this Joy ride. I’m especially missing out on those riding around me, for you see, they too, have twist and turns that are scary.
I REFUSE to be one who gets stuck and distracted, with what seems like important busyness, when really, all it is that I am doing is
but waiting in a line that is meaningless, when there are empty seats. Custom made seats for each individual who are willing to jump on. Who are willing to see those around them, who are willing to see that together, if buckled in, they can do amazing things for eternity.