Waiting: When the Story is Too Much



Today I gave a student permission to think during our writing session. Even a year ago I would have scoffed at that notion. Hump, stop and think. Now I sit for my writing session and realize somewhere throughout the day I misplaced my words.

It’s not that I don’t believe thinking is important or useful, but I value a final tangible product more than the process. Sometimes the story is too much, the details still fresh, raw; they need to be cured for maximum potential. This is one of those times in life for me where I need to spend more time thinking and less time producing, maybe you?

Our culture tells us otherwise, it keeps us on-the-go from work schedules, meetings for this, that and the other thing, practices for kids and chores that if we’re honest mostly get kicked to the curb. Most of us are so overextended that we cannot afford to take time to pause, contemplate, wonder and be renewed. Sometimes we don’t want that quiet moment, it stings too much to reflect because we don’t like what we see but we don’t know what to do about it. We lose, every single time we resist creating space to be still and know.

Even good wounds scab

Rifling through two notebooks the in-the-moment snapshots bring back enough of our move now to remind me what a garbled mess it became. Though we arrived there unscathed despite the series of contortions we made, I’m hesitant to dig into the words, to pick the scab off the recent past.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. Romans 5:3-5

The learning and the growth are in the struggle. The more we insulate ourselves from struggle the more we rob ourselves of the opportunity to become dependent on God. Enough struggle beneath my belt I know God does not disappoint and I’m ready to peel back those pages!

What do you need to sit with at the foot of the cross? Take time to do that and then leave it there.

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