Contradictions
I love color…and red is my favorite. Yet today, I am loving the grays and browns outside my window.
I don’t like change…yet today I love watching the little gizmo hanging in the redbud tree turn and dance with only the merest of breeze across its face.
And I especially don’t like to ….wait.
But I don’t know how to picture it.
Help me, won’t you? Play the game with me.
How does…waiting…look to you?
Lovely thoughts. Even though I don’t really like winter, sometimes it can be beautiful. I think even in waiting, God is at work and painting his masterpiece.
So waiting can include creation!!
Waiting looks like my little crocus who poked his head through the soil today. Sometimes, you should another day!
Okay, I’ll play–no wrong answer, right? Waiting to me looks like a book to read! I’ve learned over the years to never leave home without one because I seem to wait a lot and that way I’m at least able to enjoy some part of it.
And waiting can include a good book…maybe curled up with one on a cold winter’s eve?
That is good advice!
waiting for me the since Tues evening has been sitting close to my fireplace, putting firewood and my car in the garage and keeping my phone close by . . . but just now my furnace man has braved the icy cold and discovered that it’s only a bad safety switch and he will soon have my furnace back on. Praising God for Vinardi Heating & Cooling in Girard.
Lately waiting to me looks like the examination room after an x-ray!
Cherie–do you ever feel like you could write a book about what you’ve learned in all the waiting rooms of your life?
Sometimes when I’m weak, waiting can mean worry and fear. When I’m strong or I should say leaning on the Lord and having faith and trusting, waiting means being patient. If I don’t have a good book to read, then waiting means bored. And sometimes, waiting means anticipation and excitement. So, I guess to me…waiting can mean many things.