about waiting. . .

Last week Dian and I wandered the museum grounds.

I wonder about this girl. . ."Ah, Til we have Faces," said my literary friend. I like an artist to give some context to his piece, like a label-

this girl only has a name, Victoria-and her story?

hmm, a girl made of stainless steel- I like her neck, the curve of her mouth, her round, smooth hair.

And I think she is waiting. . .

This week I"ve been thinking, reading, praying about waiting. So, waiting is a kin to being caught in the middle of something- caught in the middle. . . hmm, I was meant to live for something bigger than myself, bigger than my relationsships, situations, locations; I'm part of God's kingdom, and while I wait, He's crafting me. . .

Wait for the Lord, be strong and let your heart take courage, wait for the Lord! (Ps 27:14)

"There are times when waiting is painful, impossible. . .but we wait because the world is carefully administered by the one Person who is ultimate in power, ulitmate in authority, ultimate in wisdom, ultimate in love. I am being asked to wait by One I can trust." (Paul Tripp)

And I can rest. . .He's doing good in me, even though at this moment it feels as if I have been caught in the middle.

thankful for grace.