The Waiting Chair. I have sat in many of them and they all look different. Some might look like a bale of hay. Another might be a hard seated, hard back, uncomfortable chair. There have been times when it has been a soft and comfortable recliner. Many times it has been a pickup seat parked at the edge of the field. They all look different, but the purpose is the same. I am waiting.
I have waited for birth to take place as well as death. I have waited for hay to toughen up and I have waited for hay to dry out. I have waited for calves to be born. I have waited for the rains to come, and I have waited for winter to be over. I have waited.
I have had a lot practiced, and I still haven’t mastered the art of waiting. I am a “lets getter done” kind of girl. I have sat in several waiting chairs where I wanted in the worst way to ask God “why”, knowing that on this side of heaven I probably will never know the answer. I don’t like waiting.
I have learned to ask a new question. I get an answer every time. “God, what would you like me to learn while I am sitting in the waiting chair?” Sometimes I have to wait a bit, and other times the answer is quickly evident. Learning can take place in the waiting chair.
I have waited all summer for rain, and it hasn’t come. The rain waiting chair has gotten pretty hard and uncomfortable. I have learned, God is in control, not me. I have sat by the bedside of both of my parents who had long inch by inch deaths. I learned God has a plan and his timing is perfect. While waiting for calves to be born, I have looked at the clear, cold Wyoming skies, which I would have missed if I hadn’t of been out. I learned that God’s creation is amazing, and I need to take time to enjoy it. My eyes have been opened in the waiting chair.
Psalms 25-8: Good and upright is the Lord; therefore he instructs sinners in his ways.