Week 34: The Waiting

Week 34: The Waiting is my Butterfly blowing bubbles in the front yard on a lovely, sunshiny Sunday afternoon with Pops and JoeJoeBean doing "hard work"...as quoted by Joe...

Choosing this picture and editing it a tiny bit came to me during The Waiting. That beautiful, agonizing, tortuous, horrid glory...the thing that inspires proverbs and brings strong men to their knees: The Waiting.

No, I am not referring to one of my favorite bands ever...though they are great. No, I am not referring to the list you put yourself on at the DMV or the doctor's office or the post office. No, I am not talking about your favorite server at your favorite restaurant. No, not the plane ride or the bus stop or the red light...though parallels might be drawn within them all.

I am talking about that time of suspension where time seems harder to track...it telescopes and lengthens in inexplicable ways. It's the way that space becomes entirely relative...where you wonder how it is that you can float above yourself in such a passive manner watching yourself go through the motions. It's the way eternity can be measured in shallow breathing. It's the thing that prompts a rote response when you have nothing else to say...

It's how you wonder if you will ever "arrive" or know what you want to be when you grow up. It's the time that passes when the jury steps out and the verdict has yet to come down. It's the difference between packing your bags (again) or nestling down between your pillow and the comforter to fall asleep. It's when the ship lists a bit too far to one side and you wait to feel yourself on the horizontal once again...

It's a place I often find myself: The Waiting. And it's beginning to look like this waiting is actually a part of the plan. I see the suspended, inexplicable floating through eternity to be a part of God's plan to anchor me even more completely and entirely. The iridescence of this life is so fleeting and glorious...

And I find I am met with One constant that I increasingly love and lean upon...One constant that transforms my waiting into great expectation, anticipation of abundant blessing...The anchor of my soul...

"Thus God, determining to show more abundantly to the heirs of promise the immutability of His counsel, confirmed it by an oath, that by two immutable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, we might have strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold of the hope set before us. This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil..." ~Hebrews 6:17-19 NKJV

And now for my senryu:

iridescent glow
suspended forever now
but it was a blink