Dear Waiting One,
You with the tired smile and the callus of expectation on her heart. It's been a while in this season, hasn't it? It's okay to feel raggedy and forlorn. You've been a trooper.
Feel all of those blue feelings. Let them break over you and let them be what they are: evidence of hope. Of a soul turned toward the sun. You want something. You're passionate about it - enough so that you nudged your tender little heart out there on the front lines.
Take a minute and honor the courage that takes. Vulnerability is a choice, even if it's only made silently, amidst your private petitions tossed Heavenward.
Now, Braveheart, let's weed out the truths from the lies.
You are no victim. You are not abandoned or forgotten. This waiting place? It's within the scope, command and plans of Your Everlasting Father.
Against all evidence otherwise. Against the comparisons, against the statistics, against your research and striving and failing. This is the truth that will withstand this season. This is the truth that you will stumble out of the storm, clutching to your chest. The truth that you will affix to a banner and feast beneath. The truth that you will shout as you head into your next battle.
THE PLACE WHERE YOU ARE IS WITHIN THE SCOPE, COMMAND AND PLANS OF YOUR EVERLASTING FATHER.
This place is no mistake. He is a God who wastes nothing. This is not a disposable season. This is Holy Ground.
I know how hard it is and how long you've held out hope. I know that it feels impossible and - at best- foolish to turn your face toward the sun when it has been overcast for so long.
But remember that there are certain species of grass that grow two feet in one day. They soak up months' worth of rain and then launch into exponential growth. Use this season to nourish.
Be aware, though. This place is not your home and it is not your hideout. There will come a time to acknowledge that.
If you have decided to 'make your peace' with this place, to lay down and call this place permanent, YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT. God is not served by your resignation or apathy. His heart is kind. Get up so you can fill up.
If you are waiting for some anonymous authority to declare you READY or to give you permission, YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT. There are people who attend a dinner party and ask the host, "Do you need a hand?" Others ask, "What can I do to help?" God does not need your passive inquiry nor is He required or inclined to delegate.
Be the person who simply rolls up their sleeves and gets to work.
Who cares!? Get to work and trust that He will open and close doors. He is not a God of confusion, so if you are seeking Him consistently...assume that it is as obvious as it seems. Assume that your desires and passions have a place in His plan. Assume that the encouragements spoken over you by His people are true.
Do the next right thing and enjoy it.
Do not let fear or comparison rob you of that enjoyment.
And ultimately, remember that waiting is a concept that is cemented within time and comparison. So remember that God, when asked to identify Himself, said I AM THAT I AM - so seek Him in the present. Regrets serve the past and have no place in Him. Worry serves the future and is just as futile.
Pursue communion with The Holy Spirit in practices of BEING and the concept of waiting will lose potency.
God brought you to this place. You can choose to cancel it out, to bury it in the word 'waiting'. Or you can call it a 'spacious place'. You can acknowledge that He hasn't brought you this far to abandon you now. So He's simply not done with you. For His glory, you're free to celebrate in this place. You're free to declare and acknowledge abundance - it may not be where you expected it, but it's always there. Uninhibited by comparison or worry, you may even want to cry out I HAVE PLENTY. And from that well of rest, joy and praise - move from this place into growth.
He's not done with you. So tell the story of how you got here. Turn around and encourage others. Revel in abundance and prepare your message of praise.
You are who God says you are and all other opinions can fall away.
Further in and higher up,