waiting

My oldest is an art major. She’s working on a proposal right now for an amazing project. (I hope I can be as cool as her someday. But, I digress.) She’s learning all the things these days. And watching her creativity bloom is really lovely to behold. The thing is, its taken us many years to arrive here at this place, where maybe her cocoon is opening up and she’s getting ready to flit, flit, fly away like the beauty she is.

For now, I feel like I’m in a space of waiting, my own transformation underway. I don’t really see what’s going on. My imagination is foggy at best, so for the life of me I can’t think of what I’m becoming. I’ve prayed for, requested, hoped for things, but it doesn’t feel like God is hearing.

Its true that all of us are waiting for something, aren’t we? What are you waiting for?

I’m reminded of one of my favorite poems.

“I asked the Lord
for a bunch of fresh flowers
but instead he gave me an ugly cactus
with many thorns.
I asked the Lord
for some beautiful butterflies
but instead he gave me
many ugly and dreadful worms.
I was threatened.
I was disappointed.
I mourned.
But after many days,
suddenly,
I saw the cactus bloom
with many beautiful flowers
and those worms became
beautiful butterflies
fying in the wind.
God’s way is the best way.”

I can’t remember a time when God’s way didn’t involve patience and learning to wait. But I do know His way also leads to beauty and peace and rest. Its always worth the wait.