Let me jump right in, ok?
I called Tina to get just a piece of womanly advice about the house situation. I'm not discouraged, but it was a time when I was asking myself some hard questions like, "Should we try to sell this thing on our own or go with a realtor?" I just really needed her to be my sounding board, and she is so great at that! After I spilled my guts to her about the pros and cons of each situation, she said this:
"So you are in the waiting room, huh?"
Clearly I had no clue about what she had just said.
She then went on to explain it.
"This waiting room you are in---it has that music. You know what music I mean *insert her humming the tune to me, which instantly jogged my memory---too bad you can't hear me humming it for you now*. And it's hot and stuffy in there. They just called #941, and you realize you are #2,345,000. So you sit and wait. You want out, but there's really no where to go at this point. You are stuck in the waiting room, my friend."
This waiting room she is referring to is that place where you feel like you'll never have your answers to the important questions---at least not on your timeline. You must sit and wait...and wait...and wait for your number to be called, and then all will be revealed.
After hanging up--and honestly for the next day or so--I pondered the idea of this waiting room. Does God really have one like that?
Yes, I felt like that was EXACTLY where I was and there would be no quick response to the questions I had for Him. I was so bothered by the thought of being stuck in this waiting room that I brought it up to John. I simply explained the concept of the room to him and asked this:
"John, are we going to forever be stuck here waiting? Is He ever going to answer?"
My heart heavy and waiting for his response, I leaned in to hear it. He just sat for a few minutes before saying, "Melissa, we aren't in the waiting room. We've already been called out, and we are now sitting in Daddy's lap."
I was stunned.
What could I possibly say in response to that?
Nothing, that's what.
I was neither moved nor mad about what John had said--just numb.
This whole time I've been concentrating on the fact that I didn't think I had an answer, when I've been perched in the perfect place for one and just haven't really asked. I've been waiting on everyone else to give me a good answer to life's concerns that should be laid at His feet.
That brings me to today. I've pondered it all up one wall and back down another. I've mulled it over until my brain hurts, yet it's totally simple.
My wait is up.
I'm now asking, and I know He is listening.
5 comments:
Melissa we most certainly are on Daddy's lap. He is listening to you waiting to hear your concerns and answer your heart. He is there for you. Ready to show favor upon you!! Speak life. Speak to the mountain!
Maludy,
I understand what you are saying. If I may, I would like to share a story with you.
As you remember, a large pre-cancerous tumor was found in my colon. I remember praying for a miracle, asking that the tumor go away so I wouldn't have to go through the surgery. I was disappointed when it didn't and asked myself, "Why couldn't I receive a miracle so I wouldn't have to go through the pain?"
Just after the surgery, I told a nurse that works where I do, who is approximately the same age, about my ordeal. She told me that she had put the "procedure" off for quite a while. A few weeks ago, she told me that she decided to have the "procedure" just in case. Sure enough, she had a tumor in ths same spot and it is pre-cancerous. We were talking about it again this week and she told me that she was praying for a miracle for it to go away. Without thinking, and just as if I was repeating what a voice was telling me, I said, "The miracle has already happened...it was found." She looked stunned, but agreed. So, I answered her question... and mine.
Awww, those are all wonderful analagies!
love it!!
Wow...that just doesn't speak to you! Thank you for sharing!
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