Wait, I say

Note:  It's my prayer that this piece from another day will comfort your heart and strengthen your hands.  I'd love like all get out to just pour some of my own comfort and courage straight into you today.  Here's what's in my basket...


This is what I found in my laundry room today.  It's Little in his ultra-cool "DUDE" shirt and size 4T jeans, waiting on his most prized possession - his blanky.

With classic Pooh and Tigger frontside, it matches the bedding that Mama picked out for him just before he was born some 4-1/2 years ago.  Thinking he might be a binky boy (he wasn't) or a thumby guy (not that, either), we were surprised when he did what he's been doing from day one - took his own little path and went the blanky route.  

It still goes everywhere.  In the morning, it comes down, trailing my little boy down the stairs just like Linus of Peanuts fame.  When we read books, blanky covers our laps, arranged just so by a pair of small hands.  When he's upset, which is rare, he calls immediately for this scrap of cloth that ministers, somehow, to his insides as it comforts his outside.

Earlier, he'd carefully deposited it into the washer for me.  Now, nearing naptime, he wanted bed, but not without his favorite thing.  There he stood, waiting...

Waiting for comfort.  Waiting for this visible form of S-e-c-u-r-i-t-y with a capital S that he could see with his eyes and touch with his hands.

Waiting.

Just like me, actually.  And, if I could venture to guess, just like you? 

It happened last week.  I was running against a deadline.  The column was late, and I was stuck, waffling between two pieces.  Feeling short on inspiration, wavering in uncertainty with the added specter of the next Bethel College post circling uncomfortably in the back of my brain (what was I going to do with that piece?), I emailed a friend:  "Pray for me!"

That night as we were lying in bed, I did what I always do; I told my husband my struggle.  I asked him to pray, and that wise and stalwart man got right to it, asking the Heavenly Father for two very specific things for his girl.  Here they are:

1.  That the column would just come out.
2.  That it would be written quickly, leaving me time to read - for fun!

Of all ever-lovin' things, what happened early the next morning was exactly that.  Exactly.  Now, for a man who doesn't give himself much credit and doesn't see himself as being very spiritual (and he's all wrong about this), it was affirming all over the place.

And I?  Well, when you do what you do with the **talent you've received (i.e., you obey) and you find yourself in a hard place, then you have all kinds of license to ask the Holy Spirit to come down in power, filling you up 'til you overflow.  As you WAIT ON HIM, His creativity literally floods in, spilling all over your work and anyone who gets in the way.  It's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

If that column didn't nearly write itself, and fast!  With - just as my Mister asked - plenty of time to do something else.  And it was in the "doing something else" that the awesome, fresh and living Spirit creativity struck again, and I knew just what the next BC post was going to be.

That's how He rolls.  I'm right in the middle of it lately, and I'm loving it and loving Him more than ever before.  What a place to be, when the desert blooms, we wait on Him, and He. Shows. Up.  Big time.


"Wait on the Lord.  Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart.  Wait, I say, on the Lord." - Psalm 27:14

**Yes, I said talent.  Because you've got it, too, whether you're a secretary, a writer, a waitress, an accountant, a housekeeper, or a mommy.  When He puts the "super" with the "natural," that's when big stuff happens.  You, my friend, are far more talented, powerful, and wonderful than you know.  'Cause it's Him in you, that's why.